314 THE HARP OF PITCAIEN. 
2. 
Now let old England's flag be spread, 
That flag long-famed in story ; 
And as it waves above our head, 
We'll think upon its glory. 
Then fire the gun, the Bounty's gun, 
And set the bell a-ringing, 
And then, with hearts and voices one, 
We'll all unite in singing : 
3. 
The Queen ! the Queen ! God bless the Queen ! 
And all her royal kindred ; 
Prolong'd and happy be her reign, 
By faction never hindered. 
May high and low, the rich and poor, 
The happy or distressed, 
O'er her wide realm, from shore to shore, 
Arise and call her blessed. 
Our friends, and oh ! they love us well, 
Unnumber'd favours say so ; 
Our hearts are with them where they dwell, 
And first in Valparaiso ; 
New Zealand, Sydney, Hobart Town, 
And those upon their journey, 
With many more already down 
In golden Californy. 
