Reign, bliss triumphant, rich and poor, both old and young be gay;
Thus celebrating, as we ought, our Prince's Wedding-Day.
See, proudly waving, England's flag, on steeple, dome, and tower,
Unsullied lends its graceful folds, to deck the nuptial hour.
Music sends forth its dulcet tones, while oft doth Echo ring,
As from the crowd, bursts high and loud, "God bless our future King!!!"
Oh, these are pleasant sights to see, and grateful sounds to hear,
While prayers are heard, whose every word, is heartfelt and sincere.
If lore and loyalty may serve to turn all ills aside,
A sunny path awaits thee, Prince, and thy young lovely Bride!
And now again with music's strains, with dance, and jocund song,
Bestrew with flowers, the passing hours, and happiness prolong;
While hearts are bounding merrily, and eyes are beaming bright,
Let all be gay, and make this day replete with fond delight.
While joy-lights shine, fill sparkling wine, and drink with love and pride,
Health! and God's blessings on "The Queen!" "The Bridbgroom!!" and "The Bride!!!"
