[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 heart beats for my streets and alleys
 Longs to dwell in the borderlands
 The north-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 gamble on [bad word] home

 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie 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 old 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, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll
 Roll on, geordie boy, roll