Chords for Folk music from Scotland - Cam Ye O'er Frae France

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_ [Am] Come ye over fair France, come [G] ye to buy [Am] London, so ye Geordie [G] whops and his bonnie [Am] woman.
Where he at the place of the kitty [G] Lucy, so ye Geordie's great, great is the [Am] goose, Geordie he's a man.
There is [G] little [Am] love, so he is a he [G]-goon, walking though [Am] without it, under camel blade.
Linking like my [G] lordy he will drive a trade, until old [Am] Geordie found and played her bet, and blithely [G] made with [Am] her a chit weekend of [G] one.
Still [Am] the bird we hate him d'or plate, but the modern [G] swaddy has milly and bread, but we had no [Am] Geordie. _ _ _ _
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_ [Am] She's gone to France, and [G] Montgomery's [Am] lady there, they learn to [G] dance, modern are ye [Am] ready, they've all bad be-like,
[A] but the priest and [G] lordy, broadly made a tribe, and dance the chit we [Am] Geordie, hey for Cindy Dunn,
hey for Cock-a-lurrel, hey for Bobbing [G] John, and to silent [Am] boredom, on the Oswald and Lace,
the swings are tight and [G] turdy, all is kip and dun, oh what a bum old [Am] Geordie. _ _ _ _
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