Lyrics Cam ye o'er frae France - Maggie Reilly
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
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:
Madame,
are
ye
ready?
They'll
be
back
belyue
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!
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