"VIVE LA REINE."
WITH the robin for poet-laureate,
And the mayflowers for her train,
And her innocence for her robe of state,
The baby began her reign.
And the mayflowers for her train,
And her innocence for her robe of state,
The baby began her reign.
The pretty head with its curly crown
Knows nothing of royal woes;
For love is softer than eider-down,
And yieldeth her sweet repose.
Knows nothing of royal woes;
For love is softer than eider-down,
And yieldeth her sweet repose.
There are loyal and loving hearts alone
In the wee one's fair domain;
And they make the robin's song their own,
For he singeth, "Vive la Reine!"
In the wee one's fair domain;
And they make the robin's song their own,
For he singeth, "Vive la Reine!"
