Traditional, arranged by the Tannahill Weavers
Scandal, libel and bribery are not
trappings of political life borne only by today's statesmen. Under
the guise of satire, King George I and his political friends are savagely
attacked and threatened in this song. The Jacobites* really stuck
the boot in here. We get it all - corruption, graft, double dealing,
and even a visit to a famous house of horizontal refreshment.
*Jacobites are not a crunchy cat food, being, in fact, the followers of
the Stuarts. King George was Hanoverian.
Cam' ye o'er frae France, cam' ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie wumman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle hoosie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace ridin' on a goosie?
Geordie he's the man there is little doubt o't
He does a' he can, wha can dae withoot it?
By there cam' a man linkin' like my lordie
He maun drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie
Though the claith were bad, blythely may we niffer
Gin we get a wab, it mak's little differ
We maun taint oor plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie
Ha's the mailin's braid, but we hae a Geordie
Jocky's gone tae France, and Montgomery's lady
There they'll learn tae dance, "madam are you ready?"
They'll be back belyve, belted, brick and lordly
Brawly may they thrive, tae dance a jig wi' Geordie
Hey for Sandy Don, hey for Cockalorum
Hey for Bobbin' John and his Heilan' quorum
Many's the sword and lance swings at Heilan' hurdie
How they'll skip and dance, o'er the bum o' Geordie