Dear little maiden, Queen of the May,
May Keswick flourish beneath your sway,
And all your subjects keep your rule,
Proclaimed in village street and school;
And prove that they are happier far
Who kind to all things living are.
The poor old poet from his bed
Can see the garland round your head,
And sends this verse to deck the crown
You’ll wear to-day in Keswick town.
Good luck and happy sun attend
Your royal progress to the end,
And this bright day of joy and flowers
Be with you in life’s dullest hours.

(Lancashire Evening Post, 7 May 1920, p. 3)