SONG OF THE ENGLISH PEASANT GIRL.

I am but a rustic maiden Dwelling by the river side, But I'm happy as the Princess Who today becomes a bride.

I am but a peasant's daughter, All his life in toil is spent, But he loves me as Prince Albert Loves his child, and I'm content.

Though the Queen of many nations, Centre of each Royal scene, Better than I love my mother, Does the Princess love the Queen?

Are Prince Leopold and Arthur, Though within a palace bred, Dearer than my little brothers Playing 'neath the cottage shed?

There's a group of Royal sisters Clustering round the English throne, But I know they are not truer, Better sisters than mine own.

Hark! it is the trumpet sounding; At the Prince of Prussia's side Standeth now her Royal Highness; Oh, I would not be the bride!

For a manly voice hath whispered, "Dearer than my life thou art!" What care I who rules a kingdom If I rule in Jamie's heart?

I am but a peasant's daughter, And the wealthy pass me by,— But there's not in merry England A happier maid than I.