Rose, so calm o’ershadowèd,
Sound of lusty drum and hautboy, with clear flute voice interlaid,
Notes exultant loud outpouring
Chant of nations, lightly bound
With frail melody, up soaring
O’er the people gathered round,
Resting from the glare a little, from the wearing sight and sound.
Ears of loyal Briton tingling
Hark’ning there, “God save the Queen”;
Erin’s children’s tears commingling