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My name is Geordie McIntyre, An' the Bairns don't even have a fire So the wife says “Geordie, go to London Town!“ And if they don't give us half a chance, Don't even give us a second glance Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down. Come on follow the Geordie boys, They'll fill your heart with joy They're marching for their freedom now Come on follow the Jarrow lads, They'll make your heart feel glad They're singing now, yes now is the hour. My name is little Billy White, And I know what's wrong and I know what's right An' the wife says “Geordie, go to London Town!“ An' if they don't give us a couple of bob, Won't even give you a decent job Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down. Come on follow the Geordie boys, They'll fill your heart with joy They're marching for their freedom now Come on follow the Jarrow lads, The joy'll make you
