Gold I cast before you, bandits stand in chains,
Captives all, rebels now lost.
Fallen kings do lie in blood, red and torn,
What matters the cost?

The Isle of Samar stands free, truth lives on,
All have bread.
Your K ingdom of Cebu is safe, Catarman secure,
All is said.

Your foe is slain, soft and Gentle Queen,
His head, before you, I hold.
His gold coin, his green fields, are yours,
His evil, no longer bold.

Cry not, fair one, weep no more,
Truth now rules the sea.
The people rejoice, Victorious Queen,
Lady, of the Immortal Jubilee.