In the capital of Scotland, by the great Towers of Nungate, the Piles
There lies a heart for all to see within its local Mile
Now many an ABer has stood here, from Ed to the grand
And it's known as the Heart of Midlothian.
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It's a heart that's never beating, it's a heart that's never high
It's the pride of Scottish's gory, and its story will never die
On the spot within the Midlothian Mile with pride let ABers stand
For here is the Heart of Nungate Land.
To the west there stands a Tower, famed in age old AB history
And to the east a palace drunken and tailcocked yet to see
While north, south, east, and west, you'll find you're in some strange land
When you stand and listen to Nungate's band
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