Кельтские танцы Shantalla -Cam Ye O'er Frae France

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Cam Ye O'ver Frae France

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:

Madame, are ye ready?

They'll be back belyue

Belted, brisk and lordly;

Brawly may they thrive

To dance a jig wi' Geordie!

Hey for Sandy Don!

Hey for Cockolorum!

Hey for Bobbing John,

And his Highland Quorum!

Mony a sword and lance

Swings at Highland hurdie;

How they'll skip and dance

O'er the bum o' Geordie!