The Royal Rose of England, by J. A. Wade

AN IRISH BALLAD,
ON THE BIRTH-DAY OF THE PRINCESS VICTORIA,

May 24, 1837.

 

Tune—"Young Love lived once."
I. Within a fine ould ancient pile (Where long may splendour And luck attend her!) The Royal Hope of Britain's isle Has shed her eighteenth summer's smile! No winter mornin' Was at her bornin', But with the spring she did come forth, A flow'r of Beauty, without guile, Perfumin' sweet the neighb'rin' earth!
II. We've seen the blossom 'pon the stem From early childhood— Both in the wild-wood And in the halls where many a gem Did sparkle from the diadem, But always bloomin', Without presumin' On the rich cradle of her birth; Her eyes beam'd softly—while from them All others gather'd love and mirth!
III. Dear offspring of a royal race, In this dominion (It's my opinion) There's not a soul that sees your face, But prays for it sweet Heaven's grace. May every birth-day Be found a mirth-day,— No clouds or tears e'er frown or weep, But Pleasure's smile where'er you pace Bless you for ever 'wake or 'sleep!