Bring flowers of the rarest, Bring blossoms the fairest

From gardens and woodlands and hillside and dale;

Our full hearts are swelling, our glad voices telling

The praise of the loveliest flower of the vale.

O Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today,

Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May.

O Mary, we crown thee with blossoms today,

Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May.