The queen enthroned with attendants near, The crowning event of the festive day,The Morris dancers with horse so queer Prance and turn. Then shepherd-hayAnd the jesters skip and have their say.Now clouds and flowers dance a bit And as their lord, the Sun, obeyTo Spring's blithe song they lightly trip.
Envoi
O Alma Mater, this happy lay Accept we pray, if it seems fit.Smile on your children in their play; To Spring's blithe song they lightly trip.
