Geordie Chords by June Tabor

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_ _ [C] _ _ _ There was a father in the north, a noble star of many,
And there you killed Sir Charlie, [F]
[C] and you lit the flame on Geordie.
Oh, 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.
As she looked the letter on, she was [F] both red [C] and rosy.
She had not [F] read a [C] word but twaught when she grew pale as a lily.
Oh, fetch to me my good Grace, dear, my men [Fm] shall all go [C] with me,
[Fm] For I shall neither [C] eat nor drink till Edinburgh town should see me.
She is mount Addern, good Grace, dear, her men they all went with her,
And she did neither eat nor drink till Edinburgh town should see her.
And first appeared the faint old block, and then [G] the ox to [C] let him,
And [F] Geordie coming [C] down the [F] stair with bands of [C] iron upon him. _ _ _ _ _
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Though he was chained and cut to strong, of iron and steel so heavy,
Oh, not [G] to one [Fm] in all the court [F] was so fine a [C] man as Geordie.
Oh, she's down on her bended knee, I'm sure she's pale and weary,
Oh, pardon, [Fm] pardon, [C] noble King, and give me back my Geordie.
Oh, tell the head and man make haste, our King will fly for lovely,
Oh, noble King, take all that's [F] mine, but give me [C] back my Geordie.
The guardians came and the guardians ran, and they were stark and steady,
And either word of Muggle [F] or Moor [C] was Geordie's King is ready.
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_ _ _ _ An _ aged Lord at his right hand says, noble [Dm] King, but [C] hear me,
Let [D] her count out five [F] thousand [Cm] pounds and give her back her Geordie.
Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns, some gave her dollars and pennies,
She's counted [Fm] out five [C] thousand pounds and she's gotten again her Geordie.
She plants a fly in a Geordie's face, says, [Dm] dear, I've bought thee [C] Geordie,
For the blood [F] would have flowed upon the green [C] before I lost my laddie.
He clasped her by the middle small, and he kissed her lips so rosy,
The fairest flower of womankind is my sweet bonnie laddie. _ _
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