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Black Geordie And Me |
Danny Holmes |
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Ye can hev yor steam organs and swing boats Awl ye foak thit hev nowt te di Ye can call us back haem Ye can shoot oot wor names But you’ll not find Black Geordie and me We’re leaving Abraham’s Bosom To set sail for Indian seas Ye can play merry hell We’ll hev such tales to tell By morning, Black Geordie and me Chorus: Ye can tell all ye fatherless children And people of Christian faith You’ll never get further than Sooth Beach Till you’re landed like coal at the staithes When you’ve broken bread in the workhoose And your hands speak of each daily grind The only way oot’s in a bottle Here’s to leaving this place behind Come mast-maker, plate-layer and pitman And we’ll show you true liberty You’ll never lie deed As old props at pit-heed If you follow Black Geordie and me And if yor lookin’ to take a quick way oot In Mally’s that’s where you should be So haste ye back here With a jug full of beer ’Cos we’re gannin’, Black Geordie and me. Chorus |
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