356 THE HARP OF PITCAIRN. 
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 and4ow, the rich and poor, 
The happy or distressed, 
O'er her wide realm, from shore to shore, 
Arise and call her blessed. 
4. 
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. 
5. 
We've pass'd o'er some whom we respect, 
Of varied name and nation, 
But not from coldness or neglect, 
Or want of inclination. 
God bless them- all, wherever seen, 
On ocean or on dry land. 
Now give three cheers for Britain's Queen, 
And three for Piteairn's Island. 
