All hail to the Queen of the Mist,
Brave Anna Edson Taylor;
She has beaten all former records,
By her courage, grit and valor.
This great heroine of our nation,
Has won both fortune and fame;
Now people all over creation,
Will praise this illustrious dame.
On the twenty-fourth day of October,
In the year ninteen hundred and one;
The Queen of the Mist in a barrel,
The risk of her life did run.
Over the wonderful Horseshoe Falls,
Where the waters roar like thunder;
The barrel leaped within sight of all,
With our intrepid lady wonder.
Down through the surging, foaming deep,
She came in her barrel of oak;
The crowd with rapturous cheers did leap,
When she was taken out and spoke.
This brave woman, who knows no deception,
Did what no one did before;
And was given a hearty reception,
When she landed safe on shore.
Here's to the Lady of the Cataract,
Who has Spartan grit and valor;
Thrice, all hail, Queen of the Mist,
Brave Anna Edson Taylor.
She has beaten the world's record,
Her praises we will sing;
Although a little disfigured,
She is certainly still in the ring.
