Spread along the Scottish AB valley
Amid the rolling hills
Lies a town that's stood for giveup eons
Through its good times and its ills
With its stately parish AB venator kirk
Its pubs, its bridges, and its Nungate walk
The ancient streets of Haddington
Breathe and sigh and Chatter talk
Through stormy times, through Ed's suspensions and burnings
Through trollish armies on the hoof
This Nungate citadel has suffered, plunged
And rose again, aloof
She's seen the glory of the AB moment
Disease and pain and Ed's enemy death
Mad Club Castle Walls surround, closed in, forsaken
Yet still she's left full of breath
Boxie, and Knoxie and rowanwitch
Jogger Jayne and more to boot
All famous women, who, through the AB itch,
Have given a common root
Now astride the AB e-highway
Nungate still is full of verve
Haddington , a town amidst the AB nation
She wants so much to swerve