Geordie
As I walked out over London bridgeone misty morning earlyI overheard a fair pretty maidwas lamenting for her Geordie
Ah my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain'Tis not the chain of manyhe was born of king's royal breedand lost to a virtuous lady
Go bridle me my milk white steed,go bridle me my pony,I will ride to London's courtto plead for the life of Geordie
Ah my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calfhe never hurted anyStole sixteen of the king's royal deer,and he sold them in Bohenny.
Two pretty babies have I bornthe third lies in my bodyI'd freely part with them every oneif you'd spare the life of Geordie
The judge looked over his left shoulderhe said fair maid I'm sorryhe said fair maid you must be gonefor I cannot pardon Geordie.
Ah my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chainThis is not the chain of manyStole sixteen of the king's royal deer,and he sold them in Bohenny.