Though no high-hung bells or din
Of braggart bugles cry it in
What is sound? Nature's round
Makes the Silver Jubilee

Five and twenty years have run
Since sacred fountains to the sun
Sprang, that but now were shut
Showering Silver Jubilee

Feasts, when we shall fall asleep
Shrewsbury may see others keep:
None but you, this her true
This her Silver Jubilee

Not today we need lament
Your wealth of life is some way spent:
Toil has shed round your head
Silver but for Jubilee
Jubilee!

Then for her whose velvet vales
Should have pealed with welcome, Wales
Let the chime of a rhyme
Utter Silver Jubilee
Let the chime of a rhyme
Utter Silver Jubilee

(Silver Jubilee... Silver Jubilee...)

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