Cam' Ye O'er Frae France

Cam' ye o'er frae France, cam' ye doon by Lunnon?

Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie wumman?

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

Saw ye Geordie's grace ridin' on a goosie?

Geordie he's the man there is little doubt o't

He does a' he can, wha can dae withoot it?

By there cam' a man linkin' like my lordie

He maun drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie

Though the claith were bad, blythely may we niffer

Gin we get a wab, it mak's little differ

We maun taint oor plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie

Ha's the mailin's braid, but we hae a Geordie

Jocky's gone tae France, and Montgomery's lady

There they'll learn tae dance, "madam are you ready?"

They'll be back belyve, belted, brick and lordly

Brawly may they thrive, tae dance a jig wi' Geordie

Hey for Sandy Don, hey for Cockalorum

Hey for Bobbin' John and his Heilan' quorum

Many's the sword and lance swings at Heilan' hurdie

How they'll skip and dance, o'er the bum o' Geordie