Thy lovely form, with smiles so gay, Just like the sun’s meridian ray, Shall cheer thy subjects on their way, Whilst thou art Queen of England. Whilst thou the sceptre still dost sway, Britannia’s sons, cheerful and gay, Shall bless thy Coronation-day, 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. Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c. From every clime, from every shore, All nations shall their treasures pour, In humble tribute to our shore, Victoria, Queen of England. Then may Heaven, with its smiles divine, This day upon Victoria shine, And a thousand blessings attend the reign Of 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. Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c. There is Portugal, and likewise Spain, Each govern’d by a youthful Queen, But of all the Sov’reigns to be seen, None like the Queen of England: Her virtues are so very rare, The poor shall ever be her care, And all her generous bounty share, 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. Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c. All hail her Coronation-day, Long o’er us may she bear the sway, And all her subjects still shall say, God bless the Queen of England. Then Britons join both hand and heart, That Heaven may all its joys impart, And still protect and ever guard 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. Then hail, Victoria, Royal Maid, &c. T.H. W. & T. Fordyce, Printers, 48, Dean Street, Newcastle. Sold also at No. 42, Myton Gate, Hull. SAILOR JACK AND QUEEN VICTORIA. [Illustration] You’ve heard of Sailor Jack, no doubt, Who found our good King William out-- To Windsor Castle, too, he’d been, A visiting the King and Queen. Ri tooral, &c. Now Jack, who’d travell’d far away, Returned to port the other day-- He turn’d his bacca o’er and o’er, For he found the Sailor King no more. Ri tooral, &c. “Shiver my timbers! here’s a breeze! We’ve got a woman now to please-- So straight to London I must go, To see who’s got the craft in tow. Ri tooral, &c.