From the palaces, by eve
Builded on the golden mere,
On the west wind, loth to leave
Elm and aspen, come we here,
On the westwind, loth to leave
Elm and aspen, come we here.
Past is peril, Past is pain,
Let us echo back their joy,
Sister angels, weave a chain
Round the cradle, round the cradle,
Sister angels, weave a chain
Round the cradle of the Boy.
Sister angels, weave a chain,
weave a chain Round the cradle of the Boy.
Weave a chain, weave a chain. From the palaces, by eve
Builded on the golden mere,
On the westwind, loth to leave
Elm and aspen, come we here
On the westwind, loth to leave
Elm and aspen, come we here
On the westwind, come we here.
Elm and aspen loth to leave
Come we here come we here come we here come we here come we here come we here.
Call the shepherd from the lea,
Call the reaper from the corn,
Set the old October free,
To o'erflow the brimming horn.
Let the bells from yonder spire,
Jolly heralds in the sky!
Tell the tale to all the shire,
While we drink the noble Boy!
While we drink, while we drink the noble Boy!
While we drink, while we drink the noble Boy!
Call the shepherd from the lea,
Call the reaper from the corn,
Let the bells from yonder spire,
Jolly heralds in the sky!
Tell the tale to all the shire,
While we drink the noble Boy!
While we drink the noble Boy!
While we drink the noble Boy!
we drink we drink the noble Boy! the noble Boy. we drink the noble Boy, the noble Boy we drink!
Look to yonder east and see
What his infant years shall be.
Though the primrose bank may have rain for dew
And the fresh wind chill through the hedgerow sing,
And a pale cloud chequer the April blue
Yet blest is the time of the early Spring
And blest shall the Spring of our darling be,
Though perchance it share in the clouds and showers,
As he listens to tales on his mother's knee,
Or plays like a fairy among the flowers,
Plays like a fairy among the flowers.
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day shall a new delight,
Full of joyous wonder bring him,
Slumber shall fold him ev'ry night
While a lullaby, a lullaby we sing him.
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby lullaby, lullaby.
Slumber fold him ev'ry night,
While a lullaby we sing him.
Listen to their boasting rare!
Hark how rash these mortals are!
Look to the midheaven and see
What his riper years shall be.
Yet another gift we claim
Fitter for his ancient name:
Look to yonder west and see
What the hero's age should be.
Give him conquest just and proud
And a spirit like a star, conquest just and proud
And a spirit like a star,
Shining clear above the crowd,
In the heaven of peace or war, clear above the crowd,
In the heaven of peace or war.
Give him with the shield and sword
Even loftier battle word
Than his fathers knew of yore,
Than his fathers knew of yore.
All the triumph, all the power
Of the earth endure an hour
Heaven endures, Heaven endures, Heaven endures for evermore, for evermore!
He shall meet some gentle maid,
Meet some maiden pure and fair.
Whisper love when none can see,
Whisper love when none can see,
Whisper love when none can see,
What a wedding theirs shall be!
Bells shall ring, and graybeards laugh,
While his Lady's health we quaff.
Send the old October round,
Louder, prouder joybells ring!
Send the old October round,
Louder, prouder, joybells ring!
He shall be in war renowned,
And in chamber of the King,
Boldest in the battle game,
Wisest when the strife is past.
Let the glory of his name
Last, while England's isle shall last, while England's isle shall last.
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