Lay thy flowry Garlands by, Ever blooming gentle May! Other Honors now are nigh; Other Honors see we pay. Lay thy flow'ry Garlands by, &c.
Majesty and great Renown, Wait thy beamy Brow to crown, Parent of our Hero, thou, GEORGE on Britain didst bestow. Thee the Trumpet, thee the Drum, With the plumy Helm, become: Thee the Spear and shining Shield, With ev'ry Trophy of the warlike Field.
Call thy better Blessings forth, For the Honor of his Birth: Still, the Voice of loud Commotion, Bid the complaining Murmurs cease, Lay the Billows of the Ocean; And compose the Land in Peace. Call thy better, &c.