1 The red bows unbent were received, and are kept In store,—to reward service done for our land. Lo! here is a prince whose great merit we own; To him one I give from my heart with glad hand. The bells and the drums all in order are placed;— I'll feast the whole morning with this noble guest.

2 The red bows unbent were received, and are fixed On frames,—to await service done for our States. Lo! here is a prince who well merits the prize; With joy my whole heart in his presence dilates. The bells and the drums in good order all stand;— And this morning his place shall be on my right hand.

3 The red bows unbent were received, and are placed In cages,—to show how we merit revere. Lo! here is a prince such reward who deserves; For him in my heart's core the love is sincere. With our bells and our drums the court shall resound, While for him all the morning the pledge-cup goes round.