Steeleye Span - Cam Ye O'er Frae France lyrics

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 dae wi'out 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 our 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 betide, belted, brisk, and lordly; Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' Geordie! Hey for Sandy Don! Hey for co*kolorum! Hey for Bobbing John and his Highland Quorum! Mony's the bonny lance swings at Highland hurdie; How they'll skip and dance o'er the bum o' Geordie! 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?