We joy to be her Maidens true, before her throne to stand.
We welcome[2 her with glad accord, to her we bow[3 the knee.
Our hearts[4 are hers in love and truth, and evermore shall be.
Chorus
Hail[5 to our fair Queen! Hail to our fair Queen!
Hail[6 to our fair Queen! The lovely Queen of Hearts.
(Rise during interlude.)
On this, our Queen’s own natal day, we’ve sought in fairest bow’rs,
And bring,[7 as birthday offerings, these baskets of fair flow’rs.
We’re bound to her with links of love—with Love’s own silver chain.