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Come, for all the wide world over,
 England's sons and daughters, too,
Are thinking of the Royal lover
 Who eagerly awaits for you.
Come, the night's dark shadows chasing,
 Till each cloud has sped away,
Come, as seal of Heaven's own blessing,
 On this Royal bridal day.

II.
Ring, O bells, ring out the story,
 Ring, sweet joy bells, far and near:
Tell to youth, and old age hoary,
 'Tis the bridal morn of England's heir.
Far and wide your gay notes flinging
 In noisy cities and village dells,
Till all the land is filled with the ringing
 Music of merry wedding bells.
Cry, "A truce unto dull care,
 Let every heart be light and gay;
The bridal day of Old England's heir
 Should be a national holiday."

III.
Blow, ye breezes, and proudly wave
 The myriad flags that float on high,
Here comes the bride and bridegroom brave,
 While the cheers of multitudes rend the sky.
She looks so fair in her robes of white,
 And he so handsome, proud, and gay,
That eyes grow dim at thy gallant sight,
 And women sob, while men hurrah.