An Original Collection of Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

Sung by Mr. Fitzwilliam at the Grand Civic Banquet given at the Town Hall, Windsor, in honour of the Nuptials of Her Most Gracious Majesty Queen Victoria with H. R. H. Prince Albert of Saxe Coburg Gotha, on Monday, February 10th, 1840.

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Air—Sure such a day.

Hail, happy day! so auspicious to the nation—
Such a day, so bless'd and gay, was surely never seen.

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England pour'd her thousands forth, in festive celebration,
To hail with hand and heart the marriage of our Queen!
Long may we meet in bright commemoration
Of that most happy union, that high solemnization,
Of all our brightest, fondest hopes the joyous consummation—
Then let us in the genial glass drink our congratulation!
Hail, happy day, &c.

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Air—Haste to the Wedding.

In haste to the wedding there flock'd friends and neighbours,
For who would the bliss of the lovers delay?
They forgot all their sorrows, their cares and their labours,
And bade ev'ry heart beat with rapture that day.

True Englishmen all, this their general call,
May they revel in pleasures that never can cloy—
Be their's royal felicity—
May they love and happiness ever enjoy!

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Air—Fie, let us a' to the bridal.

To pay homage due at the Bridal,
Did Foreign Ambassadors come—
Our own Nobles, too, were not idle,
But hasten'd to grace every room.
Lords in Waiting, Bridemaids, Maids of Honour—
Bishops, Judges in solemn array,
All went to invoke blessings on her,
And see their Queen given away.
There never was sure such a Bridal—
Dukes, Ministers, Statesmen were there—
All parties acknowledg'd one idol,
And call'd blessings down on the pair.

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Air—Woo'd and married and a.'

Woo'd and married and all,
Woo'd and married and all:
The happiest they of all mortals,
When woo'd and married and all!

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Air—Ah, sure a pair.

Ah, sure a pair were never seen
So justly form'd to meet by Nature,
As loved Victoria, England's Queen,
Excelling still in form and feature.
And Albert, chosen of her heart—
The first in ev'ry manly duty—
Thus may true love still crown desert,
And Princely worth still cherish beauty.

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Air—Merry are the bells.

Merry were the bells, and merry did they ring,
And we as merry are as they, and merrily we'll sing—
May Cupid ring the changes with Hymen's Treble Royal
Bob Majors, as he ranges for now to love is loyal.

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Air—Plain Gold Ring.

For though a Queen the first on earth,
He but a Prince by rank and worth,
She deem'd a plain gold ring from him
Well purchased with a diadem.
She rightly chose—a nation's prayer—
Then bless, kind fate, our throne still save
With daughters as Victoria fair,
And sons, as Albert true and brave.

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Air—Bridemaid's Chorus.

For them a bridal wreath entwine—
Yes, those whom Concord sweet has join'd—
To grace and bless a Royal line,
And gently lull each thought unkind.

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Be their's long life, unmingled peace and joy—
Each blessing may they ever find,
And nought with them love's charm destroy.

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Air—Yankee Doodle.

Scorn the fates, and change your states,
You who've single tarried—
Your Queen a fair example sets,
So hasten and get married!
And married folks, you're not forbid
To follow her example—
Love but your wives as first you did,
And you'll have pleasures ample.
Yes, young and old, for once be bold—
You'll not in vain endeavour—
Or great, or small, get married all,
'Tis better late than never!

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Air—Long live the Queen!

Hail! all hail our much loved Queen
And Albert! shout, wake plain and green—
Ne'er were pair more noble seen,
Long live the Queen!
Fenc'd round by patriot hearts,
No danger need they dread—
Fell faction backward starts,
And hides abash'd its head!
All hail, our loved Victoria
And Albert, hail! Their glory,
Their names shall shine for ever,
Renown'd in regal story!
Hail, Albert and Victoria!
Our cherish'd Prince and Queen!
All hail, our Prince!
All hail, our Queen!
All hail, our Prince!
All hail, our Queen!
All hail our Prince and Queen!