Cam ye ower frae France? Cam ye doun by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps an his bonnie wumman?
Wis ye at the place caad the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace a-ridin on a goosie?
Geordie he's a man, thair is little dout o't,
He's dune aa he can - wha can dae wiout it?
Doun thair cam a blade linkin like malordy
He wad drive a trade at the loom o Geordie
Tho the claith were bad, blythely may we niffer
Gin we get a wab, it maks little differ
We hae tint our plaid, bunnet, belt an swordie
Haas an mailins braid - but we hae a Geordie!
Jockie's gane tae France an Montgomery's ladie
Thair thae'll learn tae dance - Madam, are ye ready?
Thae'll be back belyve, beltit, brisk an lordlie
Brawly may thae thrive tae dance a jig wi Geordie!
Hie for Sandy Don, hie for Cockalorum
Hie for Bobbing John an his Heilan quorum
Mony's a sword an lance swings at heil an hurdie
Hou thae'll skip an dance owre the bum o Geordie!