The secrets we hand, of the fair and the great,
And join, spite of distance, each region and state,
All nations and quarters,
Dutch, Irish, and Tartars,
The bonny North Briton,
And more I can't hit on.
Of all our Queen's subjects none serve her so fast,
For still in her service we're all in post haste.
Chorus
With a twee-we-we, twee we-we, &c.”