Geordie

C F F C F C F F C C F F C There was a battle in the north, and nobles there were many F C F F C And they have killed Sir Charlie Hay and laid the blame on Geordie C F F C O he has written a long letter and sent it to his lady: F C F F C "You must come up to Edinburgh town to see what news of Geordie" C F F C When first she looked the letter on she was both red and rosy F C F F C She had not read a word but two when she grew pale as the lily C F F C "Go fetch to me my good grey steed, my men shall all go with me F C F F C For I shall neither eat nor drink ‘til Edinburgh town shall see me" C F F C Then she has mounted her good grey steed, her men they all went with her F C F F C And she did neither eat nor drink ‘til Edinburgh town did see her C F F C And first appeared the fatal block and then the axe to head him F C F F C And Geordie coming down the stair with bands of iron upon him C F F C F C F F C C F F C Though he was chained in fetters strong of iron and steel so heavy F C F F C O not a one in all the court was so fine a man as Geordie C F F C O she's down on her bended knee, I'm sure she's pale and weary F C F F C "O pardon, pardon noble king, and give me back my dearie"   C F F C "Go tell the heading man make haste" our king replies full lordly F C F F C "O noble king take all that's mine but give me back my Geordie" C F F C The Gordons came and the Gordons ran, and they were stark and steady F C F F C And ay the word among them all was Gordons keep you ready C F F C F C F F C C F F C An aged lord at the king's right hand says "Noble king, but hear me, F C F F C Let her count out five thousand pounds and give her back her dearie" C F F C Some gave her marks, some gave her crowns, some gave her dollars many F C F F C She's counted out five thousand pounds and she's gotten again her dearie. C F F C She glanced blithe in her Geordie's face, says "Dear I've bought thee Geordie F C F F C But the blood would have flowed upon the green before I lost my laddie" C F F C He clasped her by the middle small and he kissed her lips so rosy F C F F C "The fairest flower of womankind is my sweet bonny lady" C F F C F C F F C