3lions 3queens 3wars Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

upon her arms gold lions three
two have passed, one still be
over dale of beauty green
brightest star these isles have seen

no king has ever made so grand
come and go like grains of sand
none can stand before her so...
not emperor nor peasant low

but soon comes time to bid farewell
she knows herself but will not tell
and so we face uncertainty
a fading nationality

upon her throne sit great queens three
two have passed, one still be
pledge allegiance, swear loyalty
to a dead and dying royalty
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