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
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