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Your subjects hope, dread Sire—The crown upon your brows may flourish long,
And that your arm may in your God be strong
O may your sceptre num'rous nations sway,
And all with love and readiness obey

A curse upon each king who leads his state,
No matter what his plea, to this foul game,
And may it end his wicked dynasty,
And may he die in exile and black shame

Seven stars in the still water,
And seven in the sky;
Seven sins on the King's daughter,
Deep in her soul to lie

Tall ships and tall
Three times
What brought they from the foundered
Over the flowing sea

The only king by right divine Is Ellen King, and were she mine I'd strive for liberty no more,
But hug the glorious chains I wore
Her bosom is an ivory throne,
Where tyrant virtue reigns alone ;

All the dead kings came to
At Rosnaree, where I was dreaming
A few stars glimmered through the morn,
And down the thorn the dews were streaming