Verse I
PewNews from Brighton came yestreen,
Wuid choke mony a furry;
For memes o' war haeth just came in,
And brought in Royal PewDie.

Refrain
Come thro' the hollow, with Poppy Harlow,
Ye art tae welcome th' new day,
Around 'em cling, wi' a' yer kin,
For wha'll be king but PewDie!
Come thro' th' border, wi' Gloria Borger,
Come Edgar, come Maya, come all together,
And crown yer true an' noble King:
For wha'll be king but PewDie!

Verse II
Th' gaming clans, wi' memes in hand,
From YouTube down tae Reddit;
Haeth o' a man declareth tae stand-
Or gang wi' Royal PewDie!
Ref: Come thro' th' hollow, etc.

Verse III
The memelords a', baith great an' sma'
Wi' most an' madlad early
Declareth for YouTube's King and flaw-
An' spier ye wha, bu' PewDie!
Ref: Come thro' th' hollow, etc.

Verse IV
'Tis mony nine year olds at hand,
But memes both late and early;
To man they give ne'er heart no hand-
Wha wadna fecht fer PewDie.
Ref: Come thro' th' hollow, etc.

Verse V
Sae here's a toast, in Pewds we boast,
Tomorrow is a new day:
His very name our hearts' bluid warms:
Tae arms, for Royal Pewdie!
Ref: Come thro' th' hollow, etc.