The stars of great Eliza's reign,
Were seen in all their glory,
Smart Essex girt with golden chain,
And Raleigh known to story.
'Tis said that 'neath a Hatfield Oak,
Elizabeth was sitting,
When courtiers hastened there and spoke,
In lowly tones, befitting
The mighty message that they bore;
There, where the leaves waved o'er her,