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LANG time we've waited for our King,

That we might caper, rant and fling,

And lightly dance, and gladly sing,

You're welcome Royal Geordie.

But oh! you are lang a-coming,

Lang, lang, lang a-coming:

O dinna be sae lang a-coming,

Come awa, King Geordie.

Than Glasgow town there is not one,

In a' your great and glorious lan',

Who'll turn out a truer ban',

To guard their Royal Geordie.

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 foeman should

Dispute the right o' Geordie.

Then hasre ye, Geordie, come awa,

We'll dress our wives and weans fu' braw,

They'll rend the lift wi' glad huzza,

To welcome their ain Geordie.

In Edinbro' too time will pass sweet,

far and near they'll Geordie greet,