Chaque été à Londres depuis 1895, un festival de musique classique se déroule : The Proms (les promenades-concerts). Le dernier soir de concert (Last Night of the Proms, au Royal Albert Hall, est diffusé par la BBC et projeté dans plusieurs parcs (notamment Hyde Park). Il comprend un final composé de plusieurs chants patriotiques britanniques.

Edward Elgar, Pomp and Circumstance March No. 1 (Land of Hope and Glory), 1902.

Dear Land of Hope, thy hope is crowned,
God make thee mightier yet !
On Sov’ran brows, beloved, renowned,
Once more thy crown is set.
Thine equal laws, by Freedom gained,
Have ruled thee well and long ;
By Freedom gained, by Truth maintained,
Thine Empire shall be strong.

Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee ?
Wider still and wider shall thy bounds be set ;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet,
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet.

Thy fame is ancient as the days,
As Ocean large and wide :
A pride that dares, and heeds not praise,
A stern and silent pride ;
Not that false joy that dreams content
With what our sires have won ;
The blood a hero sire hath spent
Still nerves a hero son.

Thomas Arne, Rule, Britannia !, 1740.

When Britain fi-i-irst, at heaven’s command,
Aro-o-o-o-ose from out the a-a-a-zure main,
Arose, arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter, the charter of the land,
And guardian a-a-angels sang this strain :

Rule Britannia !
Britannia rule the waves
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
Rule Britannia !
Britannia rule the waves.

Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
Still more maje-e-estic shalt thou rise,
More dre-e-e-e-eadful from each foreign stroke,
More dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke,
Loud blast above us, loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to ro-o-o-ot thy native oak.

Rule Britannia !
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.
Rule Britannia !
Britannia rule the waves.
Britons never, never, never will be slaves.