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