And, by the powers aboon, we swear
If any traitor come you near,
The fause loon we’ll in pieces tear,
A’ for our love to Geordie.
For weel we ken your title’s gude,
And shall maintain it with our blude,
If any foreign foemen should
Dispute the right of Geordie.
Then haste ye, Geordie, come awa—
We’ll dress our wives and weans fu’ braw,
They’ll rend the lift wi’ loud huzza
To welcome their ain Geordie.
In Edinbro’ too, time will pass sweet,
Frae far and near they’ll Geordie greet,
And you shall get braw lodgings meet,
To house ye, Royal Geordie.
Your Court you’ll haud in Holyrood,
Where aft your ancestors have stood,
All anxious for the public good,
As now is Royal Geordie.
The Castle’s ancient wa’ you’ll view,
The old Scotch Crown and Sceptre too,
To wear them nane has right but you,
So come awa, King Geordie.
And at Dalkeith with Duke Buccleugh,
Your people a’ will round ye bow,
Wi’ hearty love and fealty true
To you their ain kind Geordie.
In Perthshire ye’ll get Athole Brose,
And Muir fowl frae the great Montrose,
Wi’ us, my lad, ye’ll be jocose,
So haste ye here, King Geordie.
And, by my troth, there’s not a belle,
Even ’mangst the rare ones of Pall Mall,
To match the ladies of Dunkeld,
Then hie ye north, King Geordie.
And we shall dance a Highland Reel,
’Twill please you weel my Royal Chiel,
On Scotia’s heath to shake your heel,
Wi’ some braw lass, King Geordie.