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Traditional
Geordie
There was a battle in the north
And nobles there were many
And they have killed Sir Charlie Hay
And laid the blame on Geordie

O he has written a long letter
And sent it to his lady:
ā€œYou must come up to Edinburgh town
To see what news of Geordieā€

When first she looked the letter on
She was both red and rosy
She had not read a word but two
When she grew pale as the lily

ā€œGo fetch to me my good grey steed
My men shall all go with me
For I shall neither eat nor drink
Till Edinburgh town shall see meā€

Then she has mounted her good grey steed
Her men they all went with her
And she did neither eat nor drink
Till Edinburgh town did see her

And first appeared the fatal block
And then the axe to head him
And Geordie coming down the stair
With bands of iron upon him
Though he was chained in fetters strong
Of iron and steel so heavy
O not a one in all the court
Was so fine a man as Geordie

O she'd down on her bended knee
I'm sure she's pale and weary
ā€œO pardon, pardon noble kings
And give me back my dearieā€

ā€œGo tell the heading man make hasteā€
Our king replies full lordly
ā€œO noble king take all that's mine
But give me back my Geordieā€

The Gordons came and the Gordons ran
And they were stark and steady
And aye the word among them all
Was Gordons keep you ready

An aged lord at the king's right hand
Says ā€œNoble kings, but hear me
Let her count out five thousand pounds
And give her back her dearieā€

Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns
Some gave her dollars many
She's counted out five thousand pounds
And she's gotten again her dearie
She glanced blithe in her Geordie's face
Say ā€œDear I've bought thee Geordie;
But the blood would have flowed upon the green
Before I lost my laddieā€

He clasped her by the middle small
And he kissed her lips so rosy
ā€œThe fairest flower of women kind
Is my sweet bonny ladyā€