Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Geordie, artist - Maddy Prior. Album song Silly Sisters, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 31.12.1975
Record label: Chrysalis
Song language: English
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: |
«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 rosy |
She had not read a word but two |
When 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» |
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 |
«O pardon, pardon noble kings |
And give me back my dearie» |
«Go tell the heading man make haste» |
Our king replies full lordly |
«O noble king take all that’s mine |
But 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 you ready |
An aged lord at the king’s right hand |
Says «Noble kings, but hear me |
Let her count out five thousand pounds |
And give her back her dearie» |
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 «Dear I’ve bought thee Geordie; |
But the blood would have flowed upon the green |
Before I lost my laddie» |
He clasped her by the middle small |
And he kissed her lips so rosy |
«The fairest flower of women kind |
Is my sweet bonny lady» |