'Oh Queen of many-coloured garb
And red tiled crown! - in glory
The poets who
Have sung of you
Have set your name and story.

'No fairer Queen, they sing, than you,
The fairest of the daughters
Of Southern seas
Who take their ease
Beside the sunlit waters.

'And I as they, would sing thy praise
As is to be expected:
But ere I sing,
Oh Queenly Thing,
Won't you be disinfected?'