We felt the conqueror's glow,
In the days when we went Primrosing,
A long time ago.
Chorus.—In the days, &c.
Then April's flowery return
Was "Peace-with-Honour's" goal.
And the bright brimstone-bunch would burn
In every button-hole.
Our Dames were gaily on the wing,
With blossoms in full blow,