And seeing a child all alone,
If Providence had not withstood him,
He’d struck it as dead as a stone.
The rest of his acts are recorded,
’Tis nonsense to mention them here;
I’ll go back and fetch Geordy forward,
He’s tarri’d too long I do fear!
From Brinkburn he started and held on,
Directly to Framlington town,
And then to the miller’s at Weldon,