Oh, sweet Princess,
Daughter of Queen and King,
Go on to your wedding carriage and marry a Prince,
Don't forget to wear your wedding bling!

Oh, my, now you're a Queen!
With your head held high,
You're hard not to be seen,
But soon, you'll be saying goodbye

Because you're young one will have grown,
And they will have married,
Have young ones of their own,
And then be six feet under, buried