I hear a tramp of feet.
My boys are tall and strong.
My girls are tall and sweet;
And they to me belong.
My boys are tall and strong.
My girls are tall and sweet;
And they to me belong.
Here comes the Fairy Band
To greet their Fairy Queen;
She's first in all the land
To every one we've seen.
Here are our gifts we lay
In homage at her feet,
And many another day
This birthday may she meet.
Our queen's the fairest maid
This country e'er could boast.
Our garlands all are laid
To be her birthday toast.
Such hair, as soft as silk,
Above a noble brow,
With flesh as white as milk;
Such shapely hands; I trow!
The fairest of the fair,—
We bow in reverence now.
This is our greatest care,
That she may show us how
To climb the highest stair,
To gain the top, just how.
That's what my children say,
To greet their Fairy Queen;
She's first in all the land
To every one we've seen.
Here are our gifts we lay
In homage at her feet,
And many another day
This birthday may she meet.
Our queen's the fairest maid
This country e'er could boast.
Our garlands all are laid
To be her birthday toast.
Such hair, as soft as silk,
Above a noble brow,
With flesh as white as milk;
Such shapely hands; I trow!
The fairest of the fair,—
We bow in reverence now.
This is our greatest care,
That she may show us how
To climb the highest stair,
To gain the top, just how.
That's what my children say,
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