Have watched you, man and boy,
My Prince,
Have watched you, man and boy.

When all is done that Prince can do,
All is _not_ done in vain.
That's why we drink Good Health to you
Again and eke again,
My Prince,
Again and eke again!

_Punch_ turns him round and right about,
And leads the British roar
Which rises in one loyal shout,
"Health to the Prince once more!
My Prince,
Health to him evermore!"

And health to her, the unfading flower
From Denmark, o'er the foam.
_Ad multos annos_, grace, and power,
Love, and a Happy Home,
My Prince,
Love, and a Happy Home!

Now youth has gone, and manhood come,
Your Jubilee we keep,
Good-will shall strike detraction dumb,
And sound from deep to deep,
My Prince,