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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 blade linkin' like my lordie He would 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 would 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, brisk and lordy 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' a sword and lance swings at Heilan' hurdie How they'll skip and dance, o'er the bum of Geordie Aus Songtexte Mania