Lyrics:

Away with the buff and the blue and away with the cap and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Her father loves her well, her mother loves her dearer
I love them better than them both but man, I can't get near her

Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

If only I could be lying there aside her
While I watched my dear my arms would be denied her

Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Her skin is like the silk and her hair is like the silver
Her breasts are deep but full, they'll fall when I get near her

Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Ah, this love of mine, oh, this love, I am weary
Sleep I can't get none for thinking of my dearie

Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Away with the parson's shilling and away with the cap and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Off to the Sadie Syke, over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire


Away with the buff and the blue, away with the cap and feather
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire

Off to the Sadie Syke and over the moss and the mire
I want to see my lass who lives in Hexhamshire