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 I’m picking ’em up and I’m laying ’em down
I believe he’s going to work me into the ground
I pull to the left, I heave to the right
I ought to kill him but it wouldn’t be right
’cause I’m working for the man
I’m working for the man ….
So I slave all day without much pay
’cause I’m just biding my time
’cause the company and the daughter you see
they’re both going to be all mine
yeah, I’m going to be the man
I’m going to be the man ….