Geordie Songtext
von Ewan MacColl

′Will ye gang to the highlands, ma bonnie bonnie love?
Will ye gang to the highlands wi' Geordie?
And you′ll tak the high road, and I'll tak the low
And I'll be in the highlands afore ye.′

′I would far rather stay on the bonnie banks of Spey
To see all the fish that is rowin'
Before I would gang to yer high highland hill
To hear all yer white high lowing,′

He hadnae been on his high highland hill
A week but barely three-o
Before he was cast into yon prison strang
For hunting the deer and the roe

His lady she got word of it
And quickly she made her ready
And she has rode into Edinburgh toon
To plea for the life o' her Geordie


′Has he killed, or has he robbed
Or has he injured any?'
′No he's been a-hunting the kings ane deer
And he shall be hangéd shortly,'

′Will the yellow yellow gold
Buy off ma bonnie love?
Will the yellow gold buy off ma geordie?′
'It′s five hunnard pounds ye man pay for his life
And you'll get the hat and yer Geordie.′

She's ta′en the kirk to free her heid
She's spread it out for Bonnie
She's ta′en the hat fae her true love′s hand
And she's begging for the life o′ her Geordie

And some gave her crowns
And some gave her pounds
And some gave her pearls bonnie
And the king himself gave a hand full o' gold
To give her the hat and her Geordie

Then out then spak an auld Irish laird
A bowdy-leggit bawdy
Said ′for me git this laird had lost his heid
If I had but gotten his lady,'


She turned about her high-horse heid
And wow but she was saucy
′A pox be on yer Irish face
For you never could compare wi' ma Geordie,

'First I was lady o′ bonnie Auchindoon,
And then I was lady o′ Gartlea
And now I'm the wife of the bonnie boger-git
And I′m begging for the life o' ma Geordie.′