Rejoice , rejoice, ye loyal band,
In social mirth and glee,
And yield the Sovereign of your land
The homage of the free;
Let no rude tongue your pleasures mar,
Nor discord come between;
Be this the spell of harmony—
Your Country and your Queen

Let friendship fill the festal cup,
Dispensing joy to all;
Let the rich forget that they are great,
The poor forget their thrall;
Let generous feelings spring to life,
Where enmity hath been,
And faction hear the Patriot cry—
“My Country and my Queen!”

The Briton's fame o'er all the earth,
Is scattered far and wide;
They own his power on every shore,
He's lord on Ocean's tide;
Oh! he hath played a fearless part
In many a glorious scene,
And still his manly breast shall guard
His Country and his Queen.

Why should I sing of blood and strife?—
Let War's red flag be furled,
And never meet the breeze again,
To rouse a peaceful world;
Let nations turn to Freedom's star,
And Truth's unclouded sheen;
Let Britain's sons have cause to bless
Their Country and their Queen.

Then, hail, Victoria! hail to thee!
Our hearts shall be thine own;
We pray that Heaven may lend thee light
To dignify the throne:
Thou rulest o'er as fair a realm
As e'er the sun hath seen;
Long may thy people's watchword be,—
“Our Country and our Queen!”