So what moral defect and/or lack of political imagination do these two songs (or the imagined narrators thereof) have in common?
The nations not so blest as thee
must in their turns to tyrants fall
while thou shalt flourish great and free,
the dread and envy of them all:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves:
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
So Im picking em up and Im laying em down
I believe hes going to work me into the ground
I pull to the left, I heave to the right
I ought to kill him but it wouldnt be right
cause Im working for the man
Im working for the man ….
So I slave all day without much pay
cause Im just biding my time
cause the company and the daughter you see
theyre both going to be all mine
yeah, Im going to be the man
Im going to be the man ….