We travelled on the train all night -
We didn’t sleep a wink -
In nineteen hundred and fifty three -
The reason? Come on - think!
I was then eleven years of age -
My brother, five years less.
After travelling the whole night through
We were tired, I must confess.
In Parliament Square we found our spot
From which we waved our flags
And as we couldn’t move from there
Mum brought the picnic bags.
We heard the cheering and the shouts
As guests passed one by one,
And we soon forgot that we were tired
By having so much fun.
We had to laugh at things we saw -
And you would, I feel sure,
For men were poised at every turn,
To clean up horse manure.
The roads of London, were kept clean,
The sun shone from the sky,
And the cheering soon reached fever pitch
As the royal coach passed by.
We waved and waved and screamed with joy
To see our sweet princess,
And she smiled too and waved at us,
But was nervous I would guess.
Most people stayed within their homes
And watched it on TV -
But we, right there, amidst the crowds
Were as happy as could be.
Now sixty years have quickly passed
Since she came on the throne -
And she, like I, must wonder where
These many years have flown.
So many kings and queens have ruled
Upon the British throne,
But I’m glad Queen Elizabeth
Is the queen I call my own.
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