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Cam ye o'er frae France? |
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Cam ye doon by Lunnon? |
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Saw ye Geordie Whelps |
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And his bonny woman? |
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Were ye at the place |
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Ca'd the Kittle Housie? |
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Saw ye Geordie's grace |
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Riding on a goosie? |
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Geordie he's a man |
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There is little doubt o't; |
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He's done a' he can |
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Wha can do without it? |
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Down there came a blade |
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Linkin' like my lordie; |
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He wad drive a trade |
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At the loom o' Geordie. |
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Though the claith were bad, |
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Blythly may we niffer; |
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Gin we get a wab, |
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It makes little differ. |
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We hae tint our plaid, |
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Bannet, belt and swordie, |
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Ha's and mailins braid -- |
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But we hae a Geordie! |
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Jocky's gane to France, |
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And Montgomery's lady; |
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There they'll learn to dance: |
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Madame, are ye ready? |
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They'll be back belyue |
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Belted, brisk and lordly; |
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Brawly may they thrive |
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To dance a jig wi' Geordie! |
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Hey for Sandy Don! |
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Hey for Cockolorum! |
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Hey for Bobbing John, |
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And his Highland Quorum! |
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Mony a sword and lance |
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Swings at Highland hurdie; |
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How they'll skip and dance |
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O'er the bum o' Geordie! |
