When something is done because something has to be done, nothing is done.

The golden beam bids you come

The bells have rang, her morning has come

the ears hear the cheers

the waters of Thames blessing her soul, even the dew of heaven

Albion Kings and Queens born and gone

on your shoulders and laps another like you will lie

Arms that held her high never get tired

while lisping speech remains

and crawling limbs stand not on their own

We hail you, even the womb and that strong arm

for making you fourth in succession, in the realm

From the white hall come                                                   

even from the Court of Saint James

Come England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland

Come hither come hither from far and beyond

We’ve seen her majesty, Charlotte Elizabeth Diane

Princess of the realm where the sun never sets