Geordie

As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Lamenting for her Geordie

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
It's 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
And I will ride to London's court
To save the life of Geordie

Ah, my Geordie never stole no cow nor calf
He never hurted any
He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And sold them in Bohenny

The judge looked over his left shoulder
He said "Fair maid, I'm sorry"
He said "Fair maid, you must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie"

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
It's not the chain of many
He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And sold them in Bohenny

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