[bad word] drive me down to the central station
I hate to leave my river Tyne
For some dawn 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 alley
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