X:1
T:Geordie
B: Kidson, 1891, Traditional Tunes
S:Charles Lolley of Leeds
M:4/4
L:1/8
K:C
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w:There was a bat-tle in the North And no-bles there were ma-ny,
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w:And_ they hae killed Sir Char-lie_ Hay, And_ laid the_ wyte on Geor-die
W:There was a battle in the North,
W:And nobles there were many;
W:And they hae killed Sir Charlie Hay,
W:And laid the wyte on Geordie.
W:
W:O, he has written a lang letter,
W:He sent it to his lady -
W:"Ye maun come up to Edinbro' town,
W:To see what words o' Geordie."
W:
W:When first she looked the letter on,
W:She was baith red and rosy;
W:But she hadna read a word or twa,
W:Till she wallow't like a lily.
W:
W:. . . . . . . .
W:
W:And she has mounted he gude grey steed,
W:Her menzie a' gaed w' her'
W:And she did neither eat nor drink,
W:Till Edinbro' town did see her.
W:
W:At first appear'd the fatal block,
W:And syne the axe to head him,
W:And Geordie coming down the stair,
W:Wi' bands of iron on him.
W:
W:. . . . . . . .
W:
W:O she's down on her bended knees -
W:I wat she's pale and weary -
W:"O! pardon, pardon, noble king,
W:And gie me back my dearie.
W:
W:"I hae borne seven sons to my Geordie dear,
W:The seventh ne'er saw his daddy;
W:O! pardon, pardon, noble king,
W:Pity a waefu' lady."
W:
W:"Gar bid the headin' man mak haste,"
W:Our king replied fu lordly;
W:"O! noble king, tak a' that's mine,
W:But gie me back my Geordie."
W:
W:. . . . . . . .
W:
W:An aged lord at the king's right hand,
W:Says, "Noble king, but hear me,
W:"Gar her tell down five thousand pounds,
W:And gie her back her dearie."
W:
W:Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns,
W:Some gae her dollars many;
W:And she's tell'd down five thousand pounds,
W:And gotten again her dearie.
W:
W:He claipst her by the middle sma',
W:And he kissed her lips sae rosy -
W:"The fairest flower o' woman kind,
W:Is my sweet, bonnie lady!"