My name is
Geordie
McIntyre, the bands don't
even have a fly er
My wife said,
Geordie, go to
London town
If they won't
give us half a chance
Won't even give you a second glance
Geordie, with my blessings,
put them down
Come on, you
Geordie boys,
they fill your hearts with joy
They're marching for their
freedom now
Come on, follow the carolers,
they make your hearts feel glad
They're singing now,
yes, now is the hour
My name is
Little
Chrissy
Wright
I know what's wrong
and I know what's right
My wife said,
Chrissie, go to
London town
If they won't give you a cobble above
Won't even give you a steady job
Chrissie, with my blessings,
burn them down
Down, down
Come on, you jolly boys
They fill your hearts with joy
They're marching for
their freedom now
Come on, follow the jaralous
They make your heart feel glad
They're singing now, yes, now is the hour
I can see them, and I can feel them
And I can hear them,
so they want you to too
Come on boys,
come on and hear the drum
Come on boys, come on and hear the drum
Burn them down, burn them down,
burn them all, burn them down
Burn them down, come on
Burn them down
Burn them all, burn them down
Where are you going?
Burn them down, burn them down, burn them all,
burn them down