And the fruit of your womb,
Sweet Harry and William
Will be all mother's sons
And honor the work you've done
Your love and your compassion
Were Christ-like and were true
And British armed aggression
Is dead because of you
You've burned down Babylon
And Goddess, I for one
Thank you for what you've done
And hope I can become
Just a bit more like you
And love the way you do
I pledge that I'll try to
Goddess you've always been true