Long live the Golden reble
Long live us all
As Walace and Baudicca once in Britain stood

So we must now lest we fall

And in these dark and modern times a bright light shines

From us all it glows
So wild and free like a rose it grows
And this light nay tis not his nor mine

But yours and ours till the end of time

So long live the reble through and through

A hero to me and a friend to you.