She says, I’ll try my utmost skill, That the poor may have their fill; Forsake them!--no, I never will, While I am Queen of England; For oft my mother said to me, Let this your study always be, To see the people blest and free, Should you be Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c. And now, my daughter, you do reign, Much opposition to sustain, You’ll surely have, before you gain The blessings of Old England, O yes, dear mother, that is true, I know my sorrows won’t be few, Poor people shall have work to do, While I am Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c. I will encourage every trade, For their labour must be paid, In this free country then she said-- Victoria, Queen of England; That poor-law bill, with many more, Shall be trampled on the floor-- The rich must keep the helpless poor. While I am Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c. The Royal Queen of Britain’s isle Soon will make the people smile, Her heart none can the least defile, Victoria, Queen of England; Although she is of early years, She is possess’d of tender cares, To wipe away the orphan’s tears, While she is Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c. With joy each Briton doth exclaim, Both far and near across the main, Victoria we now proclaim The Royal Queen of England; Long may she live, and happy be, Adorn’d with robes of royalty, With blessings from her subjects free, While she is Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c. In every town and village gay, The bells shall ring, and music play, Upon her Coronation-day, Victoria, Queen of England. While her affections we do win, And every day fresh blessings bring, Ladies, help me for to sing Victoria, Queen of England. Of all the flowers, &c. W. & T. Fordyce, Printers, 48, Dean Street, Newcastle. [Illustration] CORONATION OF HER MAJESTY, QUEEN VICTORIA. Arouse! arouse! all Britain’s isle, This day shall all the nation smile, And blessings await on us the while, Now she’s crown’d Queen of England-- Victoria, star of the Brunswick line, Long may she like a meteor shine, And bless her subjects with her smile, Victoria, Queen of England. Then let England, Ireland, Scotland, join, And bless thy name in every clime-- In unison we all combine To hail the Queen of England. CHORUS--Then hail, Victoria! Royal Maid, For it never shall be said, Thy subjects ever were afraid To guard the Queen of England.