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
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
made by july