Cam Ye O'er Frae France

Came ye o'er frae France? Came ye down by Lunnon?
I saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie woman?
Oh were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace a 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, blythly may we niffer;
gin we get a wab, it makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bannet, 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 ye ready?
They'll be back belyue, belted, brisk and lordly;
brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' Geordie!

Hey for Sandy Dons! Hey for Cockolorum!
Hey for Bobbing John, and his Highland Quorum!
Mony a sword and lance, swings at Highland Hurdie;
How they'll skip and dance, o'er the bum o' Geordie!