With health and that radiant brow,
One hardly would say
You're a hundred to-day,
Though you're getting a great girl now.
You've gone in for Parties.—my plague, dear, at home;
If anyone's sick of 'em I am,—
Your land is so large you need hardly to roam,
Yet you're known from St. James's to Siam.
We greet you as Cousin, our family throng
Is wide, but you're welcome, I vow.