An’ the Queen of swate Hawaii, faith to see her does repay ye,
Though its mighty little English that the darlin’ crathur spakes!
When along the line came bowlin’ wid a sound like thunder rowlin’,
All the dignitaries howlin’ that grate Europe has to show;
Dhressed in glitterin’ stars an’ laces, sittin’ proudly in their places,
Like their images that graces Madame Twoswoords’ waxwork show;
Spanish High and Mightinesses, Russian military dhresses,
Belgium, Austhria, Grase, and Dinmark, all like Court cards smilin’ there,
Germans stout and sentimental, jooks and Princes Continental,
Ownin’ a conthracted rental, but a precious dale of hair!