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When first from Eden's holy bowers,
The fragrant breeze that fawned the seed;
The Orange plant, Prince William's flower,
Arose Britannia's noblest tree,
Arose Britannia's noblest tree,
Then hail to the Orange Prince William's tree,
And all Orange hearts beat three times three.
The noblest King on England's throne
He slept beneath its golden leaves;
O'er Holland's towers the beams have shown,
O'er Prussia's field it proudly waves,
O'er Prussia's field it proudly waves.
When other flowers pine and die,
It calmly sleeps in Erin's isle;
To bloom again in sweet July,
And fill our vales with gladening smile,
And fill our vales with gladening smile.
Each loyal bosom wears a branch,
It's an emblem of our nation's pride,
And when in times of deep distress
It closed the roll of battle's tide,
It closed the roll of battle's tide.
Long may its golden branches wave
Its shadows o'er the world wide;
And o'er Victoria's hallowed grave
Let no false traitor o'er deride.
Let no false traitor o'er deride.
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