FOR a pageant do you wait?
⁠Quiet crowd, mourning crowd.
For a solemn Hearse of State,
With a velvet pall and plumes,
Sable splendour of the tombs,
⁠For the Queen,
⁠Victoria! Victoria!
See! The carriage of a gun,
And a Coffin set thereon,
⁠Comes the Queen!
⁠Ave Regina Gloria!
Solemn silence for the Queen.

'Neath this Flag a sailor dies,
⁠On the wave;
'Neath this Flag a soldier lies,
⁠For his grave.
And the Queen of both was she,
As she willed, so let it be;