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The Laird of Geight, or Gae; or, The Laird of Geight
GEORDIE—C
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a. “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” Abbotsford, No 38, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, 1813-15, p. 16; taken down from the singing of Miss Christy Robertson, Dunse. B. “Scotch Ballads,” etc., No 108, in a lady's hand, and perhaps obtained directly from Miss Robertson.
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There was a battle in the north,Among the nobles many;
The Laird of Geight he's killd a man,
And there's nane to die but Geordie.
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‘What news? what news, my bonny boy?What news hae ye frae Geordie?’
‘He bids ye sew his linen shirts,
For he's sure he'll no need many.’
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‘Go saddle the black, go saddle the brown,Go saddle to me the bonny;
For I will neither eat nor drink
Until I see my Geordie.’
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They've saddled the black, they've saddled the brown,They've saddled her the bonny,
And she is away to Edinborough town,
Straight away to see her Geordie.
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When she came to the sea-side,The boats they were nae ready;
She turned her horse's head about,
And swimd at the Queen's Ferry.
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And when she came to the prison-door,There poor folks they stood many;
She dealt the red guineas them among,
And bade them pray weel for Geordie.
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And when she came into the hall,Amang the nobles many,
The napkin's tied on Geordie's face,
And the head's to gae frae Geordie.
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‘I have born ten bonny sons,And the eleventh neer sa his dadie,
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For the life o bonny Geordie.
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‘I have born the Laird of Gight,And the Laird of bonny Pernonnie;
And I will gie them all to thee
For the life of my bonny Geordie.’
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Up then spoke [a kind-hearted man],Wha said, He's done good to many;
If ye'll tell down ten hundred crowns
Away ye shall hae yer Geordie.
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Some telld shillings, and some telld crowns,But she telld the red guineas many,
Till they've telld down ten hundred crowns,
And away she's got her Geordie.
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[It's up then spoke an Irish lord,And O but he spoke bauldly!]
‘I wish his head had been on the block,
That I might hae got his fair lady.’
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She turned about [OMITTED]And O but she spoke boldly!
‘A pox upon your nasty face!
Will ye eer be compared to my Geordie?’
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She set him on a milk-white steed,Herself upon another;
The thrush on the briar neer sang so clear
As she sang behind her Geordie.
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