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 a man, there is little doubt o't,
He's done a' he can, wha' can do without it?
Down there came 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 makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie,
Ha's and mailins braid - but we hae a Geordie!
Jocky's gane to France, and Montgomery's lady:
There they'll learn to dance: Madam are you ready?
They'll be back belyve, belted, brisk and lordly:
Brawly may they thrive, to dance a jig wi' Geordie!
Hey for Sandy Don!, Hey for Cockalorum!
Hey for Bobbing John, and his Highland quorum!
Mony a sword and lance, swings at Highland hurdie:
How they'll skelp and dance, o'er the bum o
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