And the little park-guns have blazed away,
And made a tremendous noise,
Whilst the air hath been fill’d since eleven o’clock
With the shouts of little boys;
And we have taken our little bell,
And rattled and laugh’d, and sang as well,
Roo-too-tooit! Shallabella!
Life to the Prince! Fallalderalla!
Our little Prince will be daintily swathed,
And laid on a bed of down,