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' 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 belyve belted, brisk and lordly Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' Geordie Hey 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 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?