Cam Ye O’er Frae FranceTrad
Cam ye o’er frae France? Cam ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie woman?
Were ye at the place ca’d the Kittle Hoosie?
Saw ye Geordie’s grace riding on a goosie?
Geordie he’s the man, there is little doubt o’t
He’s done a’ he can, wha can dae withoot it?
Doon there cam a blade linkin’ like my lordie
He wad drive a trade at the loom o’ Geordie
Though the claith were bad, blithely may we niffer
Gin we get a wab, it mak’s little differ
We hae lost our plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie
Ha’s and mailins braid – but we hae a Geordie!
Jocky’s gone tae France, and Montgomery’s lady
There they’ll learn tae dance: – Madam, are ye ready?
They’ll be back belive, belted, brisk and lordly
Brawly may they thrive tae dance a jig wi’ Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don! Hey for Cock-a-Lorum!
Hey for Bobbin’ John, and his Hieland Quorum!
Many’s the sword and lance, swings at highland hurdie
How they’ll skip and dance, o’er the bum o’ Geordie!