OUR LIEGE LADY, DARTMOUTH

Up with the green! Comrades, our Queen Over the hill-tops comes to convene Liege men all to her muster. Easy her chain! Blithe be her reign, Queened in our heart's love, never a stain Dimming her 'scutcheon's lustre! Up with the green! God save our Queen! Throned on the hills of her highland demesne, Royal and beautiful, wise and serene, Our Liege Lady, Dartmouth!

Gallant and leal! Truer than steel! Loyally gather about her and kneel Here at her flag's unfurling. Welcome her near cheer upon cheer, Shout till the hawk far above us may hear, Where the clouds in the sky are curling. Starry her fame, Heaven-born dame! Cannon and trumpet salute her high name! Hear the ranks ring with the royal afcclaim: Our Liege Lady, Dartmouth!

Laurel and vine, what shall we twine Meet for her brow who sits under the pine Far from the mad town's jarring? Gracious and fair, see in her hair Jewels her noblest have brought her to wear, Won in the world's stern warring! Stainless her throne! Royal and lone! Born in the purple the sunsets have thrown Over the mountains by God's grace her own, Our Liege Lady, Dartmouth!

Hail to the Queen! Look, where the green Folds of her banners about her are seen, Flash of her knights' cuirasses! True-hearted throng, break into song! Rally her cavaliers, faithful and strong! Shout as her ensign passes: Up with the green! God save our Queen! Throned on the hills of her highland demesne, Royal and beautiful, wise and serene, Our Liege Lady, Dartmouth!

PERKINS Doctor of Laws