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The Queen’s diamond jubilee

War and peace, war and peace,

she stayed with us through war and peace.

As a princess, young and charming,

when our lives were long of lease,

when the whole world was rearming

when the bombs began to fall,

when there seemed no hope at all

she was with there without a fuss,

wearing khaki just like us.

Shepherds never built a fold

that could guarantee their sheep;

every hurdle can be holed;

round the realm assassins creep,

bringing terror and defection,

vexing to a sovereign’s sleep.

Sixty years with fifty nations!

She deserves the celebrations.

Bring on flowers, banners, bunting,

marching soldiers, big ships hooting,

parties, galas, airplane-stunting,

bonfires, fireworks, gun-saluting,

flags aloft on poles and gables,

bands of brass with fifers fluting,

pies and jellies, trestle tables,

oxen roasters, sausage fryers,

revelry, celestial choirs

and everything that she desires.