Of all fair gifts, from east or west,
I’m very sure that love is best.
All (sing to the tune: “Easter Day,” in “Festive Songs for Little Singers”).
In all the world there’s naught so dear,
There’s naught so rich and rare,
As this fair gift her natal day
Brought to our Queen so fair.
For you may search the whole wide world,
North, south, or east, or west;
You ne’er can find a sweeter gift.