THE TENTH OF JUNE, 1715

Day of the King and the flower!

And the girl of my heart's delight,

The blackbird sings in the bower,

And the nightingale sings in the night

A song to the roses white.

Day of the flower and the King!

When shall the sails of white

Shine on the seas and bring

In the day, in the dawn, in the night,

The King to his land and his right?

Day of my love and my may,

After the long years’ flight,

Born on the King's birthday,

Born for my heart's delight,

With the dawn of the roses white!

Black as the blackbird's wing

Is her hair, and her brow as white

As the white rose blossoming,

And her eyes as the falcon's bright

And her heart is leal to the right.

When shall the joy bells ring?

When shall the hours unite

The right with the might of my King,

And my heart with my heart's delight;

In the dawn, in the day, in the night?