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No. 23 - Grand Chorus
| Chorus: | Let the trumpets and the drums, As they blare and roll and rattle, Greet the Governor that comes Not to war and not to battle! For the tyranny is ended As a vision that has been, And the land shall yet be splendid For the Queen, for the Queen. Round the rolling world blow her banners, Night and morning hear her bugle call. Many are our tribes and tongues and manners, She is Queen and Lady of us all! North and South shall hail her and confess her, And her royal road shall run between. Here is to Her Majesty, God bless her, To the Queen! To the Queen! |
| 1st. Chief: | Where my tribe had once its village By the Nile, Lay the desert void of tillage, Mile on mile; Now the water-wheels are heard, And the fields again are green, At the bidding and the word of the Queen. |
| Chorus: | And the harvest is for token That the spoiler's might is broken By the men that do the bidding of the Queen. |
| 2nd. Chief: | In the desolate morasses of the Sudd, Tangled weeds and water-grasses choke the flood. But the river shall be freed, And the way be clear and clean At the word that is decreed by the Queen! |
| Chorus: | And a day shall yet deliver From their bondage, race and river, By the men that do the bidding of the Queen, of the Queen! |
| Chorus: | Round the rolling world blow her banners, Night and morning hear her bugle call. Many are our tribes and tongues and manners, She is Queen and Lady of us all! North and South shall hail her and confess her, And her royal road shall run between. Here is to Her Majesty, God bless her, To the Queen! To the Queen! |
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Page modified 23 January 2017