THE JARROW MARCHERS

My name is Geordie McIntyre, An' the Bairns don't even have a fire
So the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!"
And if they don't give us half a chance , Don't even give us a second glance
Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down

Come on follow the Geordie boys, They'll fill your heart with joy
They're marching for their freedom now
Come on follow the Jarrow lads, They'll make your heart feel glad
They're singing now, yes now is the hour