(See Cover) Rule, Brit-ann-ya,
Britannya rule the waves!
Britons nevernevernever
Shall be slaves!
Over the dingy Southampton docks loomed the three gigantic orange stacks, the coruscating white superstructure of the Queen Mary, Captain Illingworth, Master. Her 1,020-ft. length and her towering height dwarfed the battered buildings of the blitzed waterfront. The tugs chugged alongside. Antlike figures made fast the tossed lines. The town band, percussive and perspiring, panted with bravura through the Merry Widow Waltz, Pomp & Circumstance, and struck up the great invocation: Rule, Britannia! Through the mist in some watchers' eyes...
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