Cam' ye o'er frae France, cam' ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie woman?
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 man linkin' like my lordie
He maun 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 maun 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, brick and lordly
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's the sword and lance swings at Heilan' hurdie
How they'll skip and dance, o'er the bum o' Geordie

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