Geordie Lyrics

Geordie

As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheared 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 briddle me my milkwhite steed
Go briddle 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"