Our little Prince, we have not a doubt,
Has set up a little cry;
But a dozen sweet voices were there to soothe,
And sing him a lullaby.
We wonder much if a voice so small
Could reach our loved Monarch’s ear;
If so, she said “God bless the poor!
Who cry and have no one near.”
So then we will rattle our little bell,
And shout and laugh, and sing as well—