God save Luca's Ice cream
Long live Luca's Ice cream
God save Ice cream.
Send it in freedom's tastes,
Not like Westminster's paste,
Long to cause Labour's hate,
God save Ice Cream.
Our increasing disgust let's pour
On those, who at our door,
Lie through their teeth.
Let Labour's grasping hands
Be freed from all our land
And Fudd's malfeasant band
Be crushed at last.
Then freedom's gifts adore
When Westminster's grip's no more -
Our nation healed.
Then all with one accord
Declare to all abroad
Scotland's fine 'bon accord'
Let all be free.
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