To the queen of the British government
We owe gratitude and love
For giving our race liberty when coming in her gates;
She gave every man his portion and a home beneath her flag,
If he would be loyal and truthful, and stand up for the right.

Oh hail, the Queen of England! She was a royal queen indeed,
She was a queen to every nation, she was the nation's need;
She was an earthly angel, and full of love and pride;
For crushed, enslaved humanity she was a kind and loving guide.

Oh, that royal Queen of England! How we mourn her loss so great,
And to ever reverence her name, when we hear it spoke,
Of that God-given ruler, who made for us a place
That we might flee from evil to a home of refuge safe.

Her kingdom saved my father and gave him freedom sweet,
And I was born her subject, a Canadian complete;
But she has gone to the God that gave her, and we must give her up,
But her son, the King of England, has fallen heir to her throne,
With all of the royal honors King Edward now is crowned.

Now we hear the King of England is ill, and it grieves our hearts to know
That the son of the Queen of England's health is very poor;
Now, honored King of England, we love and adore your name,
For the sake of your dear old mother your kingdom I hope to hail.

Now we hope you will recover and live for years to come,
To make your kingdom happy as well as your royal home;
And I hope I may live to see you, as next year I expect to sail,
And with pride in that grand old country
And your kingdom I expect to hail.

Now, royal Queen Alexandria, I blush to speak your name,
To know my life's so humble and yours the heights of fame;
But as I am a woman and also a woman's friend, I read of you
And loved you as if I had met you time and again.