The Little Queen’s Coming
With Roses – red Roses, We’ll pelt her with Roses, And Lilies – white Lilies we’ll drop at her feet; The Little Queen’s coming, The people are running – The people are running to greet and to meet. Then clash out a welcome, Let all the bells sound, come, To give her a welcoming proud and sweet. How her blue eyes will beam, And her golden curles gleam, When the sound of our singing rings down the street.
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