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OUR TRUE BRITISH QUEEN.
If ever in one British heart there was known
A doubt, or its shade, to exist,
Of the pure-minded Being who graces our throne—
Be it now, and for ever dismissed!
As the fair star of eve, when the clouds have passed o'er it,
Shines out in its beauty serene,
So—the shadows of faction no longer before it—
Beams the soul of our true British Queen!
A doubt, or its shade, to exist,
Of the pure-minded Being who graces our throne—
Be it now, and for ever dismissed!
As the fair star of eve, when the clouds have passed o'er it,
Shines out in its beauty serene,
So—the shadows of faction no longer before it—
Beams the soul of our true British Queen!
They dared to asperse her; they said she belonged
To a party, and not to us all;
But we knew that her sense and her goodness they wronged,
And the truth is made clear by their fall.
Respecting the choice of her people, and taking
High care for their weal she is seen:
If attachments there were, those attachments forsaking,
And reigning a true British Queen!
To a party, and not to us all;
But we knew that her sense and her goodness they wronged,
And the truth is made clear by their fall.
Respecting the choice of her people, and taking
High care for their weal she is seen:
If attachments there were, those attachments forsaking,
And reigning a true British Queen!
And for Her—should a menace of battle be heard—
How rapid our gathering would be
On the Land of our love, on the waters that gird
The magnificent Land of the Free!
New Nelsons would rise, and again on the ocean
Be all that the former have been;
And new Wellingtons guard, with heroic devotion,
The throne of our true British Queen!
How rapid our gathering would be
On the Land of our love, on the waters that gird
The magnificent Land of the Free!
New Nelsons would rise, and again on the ocean
Be all that the former have been;
And new Wellingtons guard, with heroic devotion,
The throne of our true British Queen!
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