HOW WAY MA GEORDIE HENNIE, HOW WAY
Ye were born in a village
On an island in middle of an Ocean
Where Frigate boords soared
Black needles threading skywinds
And the sea broke against sharp coral
To lap gently in warm shallows at ye feet
“Dainty feet” me great aunty said
Aye, an I’ll give her that, ye were summat else
Summat of a surprise te a northern lad
Who left the mouth of the Tyne
Went south, niver looked back all them years
Gan forther and forther away
And now grows awld beside ye
Me Polynesian Geordie Hennie
Its right strange where the blood runs too
Where we end our days, who we are
Still points North East, still tells me heart
An old sea bird, who travelled far but not so far
Ye can nae hear the horn as ye approach harbour
Ma Polynesian Geordie Hennie
Ma love, who taught me so much and how
Te still sail those seas that salt me blood
And holds me in her arms as we rise and fall
Ever making our way back te land.
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| Mrs Belgo Geordie channels wor Bootsie |
