A SONG

Wairarapa Standard, Volume I, Issue 45, 11 November 1867, Page 4

A SONG

-J„iT IttiCOYiK: D BY THE W-.XDEKIXO MIXSTREL.

Go I bless the Queen of England's son, A -Wr 1> W as he, God bias* the. D ike of Edinburgh. Lit’s cheer him three times three. ! T:s right that, he should visit lands, To sr-o ami to be seen. T 1.-:. Zealand's loyal heart and hands, Tdv- gladden England's Queen. ■That he .-.aouM ride the ocean foam, w far and tl : s f ant s -a. Thar ho mar tc-'l t ie folks at home, Were loyal, brave and free. Wo hare no fort, nor battlement, Nor varri. rs on the walls, N:-r palaces of large extent, N ,1* oi l baronial balls.: Eat we hare mountain, MU and vale, And fertile fields for grain, And harbours for the spread.ng sail, When; future Dubes may reign. New Zealand maids ! don’t let the Dube, Depart, with weeping eyes, Don’t wound him with a tenner look, Don't kill him with your sighs, But let him sec year happy cheeks, Are neither loss nor more, Than England’s rivals with their streaks, That charm on every shore. Get ready too, ye Volunteers, Leave for a time your farms, And clear your throats for lusty .cheers, And shoulder well your arms. ' U not every day we see, A royal Duke to vrir.e, Si let our welcome loudest be, And warmly pierce the skies. Then pass the wine cup freely round, Ami welcome yia- each month, Tlta* the Eoyal Kobe may lore the ground, This Britain of the South. Its’ now a gem in England's crown. Its splendor just began. Bid still enough of land and town, To hall a good Queen’s sun. God bless the Queen of England, Long may she rule the free ; God bless the Duke of Edinburgh, Let's cheer him, three times three. Wairarapa, October, ISCT.