Cam' Ye O'er Frae France? Lyrics - Singles - Steeleye Span

Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam 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 blade linkin' like my lordie; 

He wad drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie. 

Though the claith were bad, blythly may we niffer; 

Gin we get a wab, it makes little differ. 

We hae tint our plaid, bannet, 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 ye ready? 

They'll be back belyve belted, brisk and lordly; 

Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' Geordie!