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Geordie Lukely
GEORDIE—F
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‘Geordie Lukely is my name,And many a one doth ken me; O
Many an ill deed I hae done,
But now death will owrecome me. O
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‘I neither murdered nor yet have I slain,I never murdered any;
But I stole fyfteen o the king's bay horse,
And I sold them in Bohemia.
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‘Where would I get a pretty little boy,That would fain win gold and money,
That would carry this letter to Stirling town,
And give it to my lady?’
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‘Here am I, a pretty little boy,That wud fain win gold and money;
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And give it to your lady.’
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As he came in by Stirling townHe was baith weet and weary;
The cloth was spread, and supper set,
And the ladies dancing merry.
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When she read the first of it,She was baith glad and cheery;
But before she had the half o't read,
She was baith sad and sorry.
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‘Come saddle to me the bonnie dapple gray,Come saddle to me the wee poney;
For I'll awa to the king mysell,
And plead for my ain love Geordie.’
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She gaed up the Cannogate,Amang the puir folk monie;
She made the handfus o red gold fly,
And bade them pray for Geordie,
And aye she wrang her lily-white hands,
Saying, I am a wearyd lady!
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Up and spoke the king himsell,And oh, but he spok bonnie!
‘It's ye may see by her countenance
That she is Geordie's lady.’
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Up and spoke a bold bluidy wretch,And oh, but he spoke boldly!
‘Tho [thou] should pay ten thousand pounds,
Thou'll never get thy own love Geordie.
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‘For I had but ae brother to mysell,I loved him best of any;
They cutted his head from his fair bodie,
And so will they thy love Geordie.’
12
Up and spoke the king again,And oh, but he spak bonnie!
‘If thou'll pay me five thousand pound,
I'll gie thee hame thy love Geordie.’
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She put her hand in her pocket,She freely paid the money,
And she's awa to the Gallows Wynd,
To get her nain love Geordie.
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As she came up the Gallows Wynd,The people was standing many;
The psalms was sung, and the bells was rung,
And silks and cords hung bonnie.
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The napkin was tyed on Geordie's face,And the hangman was just readie:
‘Hold your hand, you bluidy wretch!
O hold it from my Geordie!
For I've got a remit from the king,
That I'll get my ain love Geordie.’
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When he heard his lady's voice,He was baith blythe and merry:
‘There's many ladies in this place;
Have not I a worthy ladie?’
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She mounted him on the bonnie dapple grey,Herself on the wee poney,
And she rode home on his right hand,
All for the pride o Geordie.
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