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;