Men.                                      Night is done, but it is not day,

Only a twilight, quiet and grey,

Brightening slowly, far away.

Light winds rustle in bough and brake,

Little ripples run up the lake —

Waken, day of May, awake,

Day of May, awake!

Girls.                                                Spring’s in the air,

Winter is ended;

Blossoms unclose,

Golden and rose!

Blossoms we bear,

Scented and splendid,

Worthy to bring

Unto our King!

 

Women, Basses.

Hail to the                                                         Tenors.

day                                                                   Hail to the

Festal and                                                         day,

famous,                                                            Day when he

Day when he smiled                                          smiled

 

All.                                           First as a child!

Loyalty may

Rightly inflame us,

Bidding us sing,

“Hail to our King!”

 

Cancan.                  Now the king that we are under, with a fal la la!

With a skill at which we wonder, with a fal la la!

Has provided recreation for the yearly jubilation,

All.                                                    Singing fal lal, fal lal, lirra lirra lay!

Cancan.                  There are conjuror and tumbler, with a fal la la!

And some actors for the humbler, with a fal la la!

But the special institution is the yearly execution,

All.                                                    With a fal lal, fal lal, lirra lirra lay!

Cancan.                  So we celebrate the season of the year,

When our monarch condescended to appear,

Gaily voicing our rejoicing

Thus, in thorough-going thunderous cheer!

All.                            So we celebrate the season of the year,

When our monarch condescended to appear,

Gaily voicing our rejoicing

Thus, in thorough-going thunderous cheer!

 

Cancan.                  There are fountains fair and cunning, with a fal la la!

In a rosy rillet running, with a fal la la!

Where the poet from the garret quaffs a thinner dinner claret,

All.                                                    Singing fal lal, fal lal, lirra lirra lay!

Cancan.                  There are gardens and pavilions, with a fal la la!

Lit with fairy lamps in millions, with a fal la la!

And we drain the public pockets for illimitable rockets,

All.                                                    Singing fal lal, fal lal, lirra lirra lay!

Cancan.                  So we give three hips succeeded by “Hooray!”

For the monarch whom we cheerfully obey;

Praise him proudly, laud him loudly,

Wishing him numberless returns of the day!

All.                            So we give three hips succeeded by “Hooray!” etc.

For the monarch whom we cheerfully obey;

Praise him proudly, laud him loudly,

Wishing him numberless returns of the day!