So that now that I have graciously grown old,

And for six decades I have worn this crown,

As monarch,yet as a lady,as a mother and grandmother,

But now ,accompanied by a typical English rain,

The crowds throng the streets and look up,

To hear the salutation of the Royal Air Force flypast and the Feu de Joie.

A flotilla of a thousand barges set the Thames alight with colour,

To honour a quintessential British Monarch

Who sheds tears of joy in her heart.

I thank you,O millions of Britons from the many vales

Of Scotland and Wales and the white cliffs of Dover,

I tremble in humility at the great outpouring of love.