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Cam Ye Over Frae France

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  1. 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?
  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 a blade
    Linkin' like my lordie;
    He wad drive a trade
    At the loom o' Geordie.
  3. 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!
  4. Jocky's gane to France,
    And Montgomery's lady;
    There they'll learn to dance:
    Madame, are ye ready?
    They'll be back belyue
    Belted, brisk and lordly;
    Brawly may they thrive
    To dance a jig wi' Geordie!
  5. 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!

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah