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THE BALLAD OF GEORDIE AND MAGGY
© 2005 by David Llewellyn

Geordie and Maggy got married
Though she knew him a sailor for life
But home he gets Monday from Dublin
And he’ll take her then as his wife
And the passion runs hot until morning
But there in the cold morning blue
He swears he knows nothing ‘bout Rachael
Though it says so right here . . . right here in his new tattoo

Chorus
But Maggy, don’t you go looking
For what you don’t wanna find
Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Oh no
Don’t you go pay it no mind, no, don’t you go pay it no mind

But sailor’s wives rub against lonely
‘Specially ones sweet on the eye
And Maggy was sure enough friendly
All those in favour, say aye
And the nipper’s birthday was in Feb’ry
So Geordie he started to count
So sure he was out in the Indies
For the whole month of May . . . March, April, May, and no doubt

Chorus
Oh Geordie don’t you go looking
For what you don’t wanna find
Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Oh no
Don’t you go pay it no mind, no , don’t you go pay it no mind

Bridge
Cause it’ll all work out just fine, if your eye is blind

Now Geordie and Maggy’s still married
And the kids have got kids of their own
It ain’t perfect, but somehow they manage
To keep on their chest . . . what sometimes it’s best not to know

Chorus
So sleeping dog, you can lie now
In a bed, soft innocence lined
Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Oh no
Don’t you go pay it no mind, no . . . don’t you go pay it no mind