Queen of the Holy Rosary,
O bless us as we pray
And offer thee our roses
In garlands day by day
While from our Father's garden,
With loving hearts and bold,
We gather to thine honour
Buds white and red and gold.

Queen of the Holy Rosary,
Each myst'ry blends with thine
The sacred life of Jesus
In ev’ry step divine,
Thy soul was his fair garden,
thy virgin breast his throne,
Thy thoughts his faithful mirror
Reflecting him alone.

Sweet Lady of the Rosary,
White roses let us bring
And lay them round thy footstool,
Before our infant King
For nestling in thy bossom,
God's Son was fain to be
The Child of thine obedience
And spotless purity.

Dear Lady of the Rosary
Red roses cast we down,
But let thy fingers weave them
Into a worthy crown;
For how can we poor sinners
Do aught but weep with thee,
When in thy train we follow
Our God to Calvary.

Queen of the Holy Rosary,
What radiancy of love,
What splendor and what glory
Surround thy court above!
O in thy tender pity,
Dear source of love untold,
Refuse not this our off’ring,
Our flow'rs white, red and gold.