[bad word] drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river tyne
For some [bad word] town that's god-forsaken
Fare thee well, northumberland
Although i'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, northumberland

My hearts beats for my streets and alleys
Longs to dwell in the borderlands
The nort-east shore and the river valleys
Fare thee well, northumberland
I may not stay, I'm bound for leaving
I'm bound to ramble and to roam
I only say my heart is grieving
I would not camble on [bad word] home

Roll on, Georgie boy, roll
Roll on, Georgie boy, roll
Roll on, Georgie boy, roll
Roll on, Georgie boy, roll

So drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river tyne
For some [bad word] town that's god-forsaken
Goodbye of friend of mine
Although i'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, northumberland

So roll on, Georgie boy, roll
Roll on, Georgie boy, roll
Roll on, Georgie boy, roll
Roll on, Georgie boy, roll [bad word] drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river tyne
For some [bad word] town that's god-forsaken
Fare thee well, northumberland
Although i'll go where the lady takes me
She'll never tell what's in her hand
I do not know what fate awaits me
Fare thee well, northumberland