From fen and meadow
In rushy baskets
They bring ensamples
Of all they grow.
In earthen dishes
Their deep-sea fishes
Yearly fleeces,
Woven blankets
New cream and junkets,
And rustic trinkets
On wicker flaskets,
Their country largess,
The best they know.

Led by Time and Concord,
let all unite in homage to Gloriana,
our hope of peace, our flower of grace.