Our Mistress and Our Queen

WE SET no right above hers,
No earthly light nor star,
She hath had many lovers,
But not as lovers are:
They all were gallant fellows
And died all deaths for her,
And never one was jealous
But comrades true they were.
Oh! each one is a brother,
Though all the lands they claim-
For her or for each other
They've died all deaths the same
Young, handsome, old and ugly,
Free, married or divorced,
Where springtime bard or Thug lie
Her lover's feet have crossed.
'Mid buttercups and daisies
With fair girls by their side,
Young poets sang her praises
While day in starlight died.
In smoke and fire and dust, and
With red eyes maniac like,
Those same young poets thrust and-
Wrenched out the reeking pike!
She is as old as ages,
But she is ever young.
Upon her birthday pages
They've writ in every tongue;
Her charms have never vanished
Nor beauty been defiled,
Her lovers ne'er were banished-
Can never be exiled.
Ah! thousands died who kissed her,
But millions died who scorned
Our Sweetheart, Queen and Sister,
Whom slaves and C