Cam Ye O'er Frae France

Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?

Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?

Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?

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' GeordieThough 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 GeordieJocky's gane to France and Montgomery's lady

There they'll learn to dance, Madam, are ye ready?

They'll be back belyve belted, brisk and lordly

Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' GeordieHey for Sandy Don, 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