He relies on you with every breath,
He lives and dies and know no death;
For you are his life and wife Elizabeth,
With royal red scarlet blood beneath your breath.
And your truth is hard and worth all the work,
From the faith in people and all the subjects of the world;
For your word is like the name God's best match,
That there might be a line to descend which attach.
For the throne was yours from the day you were born,
Despite all the kings and the things that were torn;
Because the robe and the sceptre and crown belong,
To you your royal highness the saints can't go wrong.
Now the memory of your mercy and money are one,
As the sovereignty reigns in the queen that lives on;
Beyond all the gold and glory that becomes him,
And is now going towards the true heart of yours to him.
But you were a monarch who held dignity in reign,
Whose strength and whose character was without any blame;
And you occasional jesture to make ideas and to mean,
Simply meant everything to everyone for our queen.
And the beauty and English which I know you possess,
Shows you strength when weakness seems times of stress;
For your fortitude and courage to come through it all,
Enabled your greatness until God made his call.
Signed,
May only your Godliness Know God Save The Queen
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