| lyric | 1. Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps, And his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place, ca’d the Kittle Hoosie?
Saw ye Geordie’s grace, Riding on a goosie?
2. 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 ablade, linkin like my lordie;
He wad drive atraderat the loom o’ Geordie.
3. Though the claith were bad, blithely may we niffer;
Gin we get awab, it makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie,
Ha’s and mailins braid - but we hae a Geordie !
4. 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 ajig wi’ Geordie !
5. Hey for Sandy Don l Hey for Cockalorum !
' Hey for Bobbing John, and his Highland quorum !
Mony asword and lance, swings at Highland hurdie;
How they'll skelp and dance, o’er the bum o’ Geordie ! |