| Come drive me down to the central station
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| I hate to leave my river Tyne
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| For some dawn town that’s God-forsaken
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| Fare thee well, Northumberland
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| Although I’ll go where the lady takes me She’ll never tell what’s in her hand
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| I do not know what fate awaits me Fare thee well, Northumberland
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| My heart beats for my streets and alley
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| Longs to Dwell in the borderlands
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| The North-East shore and the river valleys
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| Fare thee well Northumberland
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| I may not stay, I’m bound for leaving
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| I’m bound to ramble and to roam
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| I only say my heart is grieving
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| I would not gamble on my coming home
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| So drive me down to the central station
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| I hate to leave my river Tyne
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| For some dawn town that’s God-forsaken
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| Goodbye old friend of mine
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| Although I’ll go where the lady takes me She’ll never tell what’s in her hand
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| I do not know what fate awaits me Fare thee well, Northumberland
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| So roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll
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| Roll on, Geordie boy, roll |