t
It is no shame to bow;
And you're a man to be content
With man's respect, I trow,
My Prince,
With man's respect, I trow.

For Fifty Years we've known you, Sir,
And liked you. Love is free!
That's why the land is all astir,
To hail your Jubilee,
My Prince,
To hail your Jubilee.

In Forty-Six _Punch_ pictured you,
"A Sailor every inch,"[A]
Toasting "Mamma!" in a stiff brew
Without a sign of flinch,
My Prince,
Without one sign of flinch.

In Seventy-One he stood beside
Your door in sad "Suspense."[B]
We saw the turn in that dark tide
With thankfulness intense,
My Prince,
With gratitude intense.

From stage to stage your course he's marked
Abroad as eke at home;
Where'er you've travelled, toiled, skylarked;
And now mid-age has come,
My Prince,
And now mid-age has come.

Come as it comes to all. Most true!
But, "let the galled jade wince,"
Still _Punch's_ pencil pictures you
As every inch a Prince,
My Prince,
Yes, every inch a Prince!

And now your Jubilee we greet,
With hearty English joy,
Who, as those Fifty Years did fleet,
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,
From white-cliff'd deep to deep!

[Footnote A: See Cartoon, "Every Inch a Sailor," p. 129, Vol. XI., Sept.
26, 1846.]

[Footnote B: See Cartoon. "Suspense," p. 263, Vol. LXI., Dec. 23, 1871.]

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