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CORONATION SONG.
Thou music of a nation's voice,
Thou grace of old Britannia's throne,
Thou light, round which all hearts rejoice,
God save and guard thee, England's own.
While thousand, thousand hearts are thine,
And Britain's blessing rests on thee,
Pure may thy crown, Victoria, shine—
And all thy subjects lovers be!
Thou grace of old Britannia's throne,
Thou light, round which all hearts rejoice,
God save and guard thee, England's own.
While thousand, thousand hearts are thine,
And Britain's blessing rests on thee,
Pure may thy crown, Victoria, shine—
And all thy subjects lovers be!
Come, wives! from cottage-home and field!
Come, daughters! oh, ye lovely, come!
Bid every tongue its homage yield,
Sound, trumpets, sound! and peal the drum!
God save the Queen, ring high, ye bells!
Swell forth a people's praise afar;
She's crown'd!—the acclaiming cannon tells—
The Queen! God save the Queen! Hurrah!
Come, daughters! oh, ye lovely, come!
Bid every tongue its homage yield,
Sound, trumpets, sound! and peal the drum!
God save the Queen, ring high, ye bells!
Swell forth a people's praise afar;
She's crown'd!—the acclaiming cannon tells—
The Queen! God save the Queen! Hurrah!
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Long may she live, to prove the best
And noblest crown a Queen can wear,
Is that a people's love hath bless'd,
Whose happiness is in her care!
God bless the Queen! ring sweet, ye bells!
Swell forth old England's joy afar;
She's crown'd, the exulting cannon tells:—
The Queen! God bless the Queen! Hurrah!
And noblest crown a Queen can wear,
Is that a people's love hath bless'd,
Whose happiness is in her care!
God bless the Queen! ring sweet, ye bells!
Swell forth old England's joy afar;
She's crown'd, the exulting cannon tells:—
The Queen! God bless the Queen! Hurrah!
June, 1838.
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