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And you shall get braw lodgings, meet
To house you, 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 auld Scotch Crown and Sceptre too,
To wear them nane has right but yon,
So come awa King Geordie.
And at Dalkeith with Duke Buccleugh,
Your people a' will round you bow,
Wi' hearty love, and fealty true,
To you their ain kind Geordie.
In Perthshire ye'll get Athol-Brose,
And muir-fowl frae tae great Montrose;
Wi' us, my lad, ye'll be jocose,
So haste you here King Geordie.
And, by my troth, there's not a belle,
Ev'n 'mangst the rare oncs of Pall Mall,
To match the Ladies at Dunkeld,
Then hie you north King Georgie.
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.
Then haste, my cock, and come awa,
We'll welcome you wi' loud huzza!
And auld and young shall crousely craw,
Long live our ain King Geordie.
