GEORDIE
There was a battle in the North and nobles there were many
and they have killed Sir Charlie Haye and laid the blame on Geordie
He has written a long letter and sent it to his lady
You must come up to Edinburgh town to see what news of Geordie
When first she looked the letter on she was both red and rose
But she`d not read a word but two she grew pale as the lily
Go 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 me
And first appeared the fatal block and then the axe to head him
And Geordie coming down the stairs with bands of iron upon him
But though he was chained in fetters strong with iron and steel so heavy
There was no one in all the court so fine as man as Geordie
O, she's down on bended knee I'm sure she`s pale and weary
O pardon, pardon noble king and give me back my Geordie
Go bid the heading man make haste the king replied full lordly
o noble king take all that's mine and give me back my Geordie
The Gordons came and the Gordons ran and they were stark and steady
and aye the word among them all was Gordons keep ye ready
An aged lord at the king's right hand said noble king but hear me
let her count out five thousand pounds then she may have her dearie
Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns some gave her dollars many
And she'd laid out five thousand pounds and she's gotten again her laddie
She's looked blithe in her Geordie's face says dear I've bought thee Geordie
But the blood would've flowed upon the green before I lost my laddie
He clasped her by the middle small and kissed her lips so rosy
The fairest flower of womankind is my sweet bonny lady
