Geordie

As I walked out over London Bridge

One misty morning early

I overtheard a fair pretty maid

Was lamenting for her Geordie

O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain

T'is not the chain of many

He was born of King's royal breed

And lost to a virtuous lady

Go bridle me , my milk white steed

Go bridle me , my pony

I will ride to London's court

And to plead for the life of Geordie 1.37

O my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf

He never hurted any

Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer

And he sold them in Bohenny

Two pretty babies have I born

The third lies in my body

I'd freely part with them everyone

If you'd spare the life of Geordie

[03:05]The judge looked over his left shoulder

He said：Fair maid I'm sorry

Said：Fair maid you must be gone

For I can not pardon Geordie 3.32

Oh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain

T'is not the chain of many

Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer

And he sold them in Bohenny