Came ye o'er frae France? Came 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 blad, Linkin like my lordie; He wad drive a trade At the loom o' Geordie. |
Though the claith were bad, Blithely may we niffer; Gin we get a wab, It makes little differ. We hae tint our plaid, Bonnet, 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 you 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 Over the bum o' Geordie! |