We hail with joy your birth.
Let peace and love reign far and near,
And plenty fill the earth!

Old Year, good-bye! a last good-bye
To sorrow, woe and sin!
Let all of darkness with thee die
And all of light begin!

When first we bade you welcome here
We hailed you with delight;
But ah! how many then were near,
So far away to-night!

Ah! well! if thorns were 'mong thy flowers,
Or clouds were in thy sky,
We owe thee many blissful hours
Whose memory ne'er can die!

Farewell, farewell, for aye, Old Year,
And as you pass from view,
For all those golden hours a tear
That pass away with you!

"Le Roi est mort!" "Vive le Roi!"
The Old Year, weeping, dies!
Ere we can mourn, a joyous chime
Peals through the midnight skies.

Oh! welcome! welcome! New-born Year!