It was halfway through September when Geordie caught a cold. He could not shake it off and poor George was getting old. The doctor took his temperature and packed him off to bed Just stay there for a day or two, you'll be alright he said The autumn leaves were falling when poor Geordie give up the fight, And was called before the Chairman of that grand club up the height. That night the club was silent and the barmaid shed a tear The darts team called their match off and they hardly drank their beer The chairman called a meeting when he heard of Geordie's death We must all attend the funeral and the club will send a wreath They buried him at Benton that's just by Forest Hall Him tombstones for all too see just by the graveyard wall And written on that tombstone in a hand that's clear and true Beneath the letters R.I.P., three more say C.I.U. Cos Geordie was a clubman, a clubman til the end And when he died that autumn day, all clubland lost a friend But what one lost another gained,cos that day in September The secretary up a height, signed on a brand new member
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