The Orange Plant

When first from Eden's holy bowers The fragrant breeze that fanned 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 Has slept beneath its golden leaves; O'er Holland's towers the beams have shown, O'er Prussia's fields 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 gladdening 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. Long may its golden branches wave It's shadows o'er the world wide; Let no false traitor e'er deride. Let no false traitor e'er deride.