Geordie

Notation: traditional
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Transcription: by Darryl D. Bush  
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As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair, pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.

Oh Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
Tis not the chain of many.
He was born of the king's royal blood
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,
To plead for the life of my Geordie.

Oh my Geordie never stole cow nor calf,
He never hurted any.
He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And sold them in Boeny.

Six pretty babies have I borne,
The seventh lies in my body.
I'd freely part with them one and all
If you'll spare me the life of my Geordie.

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

Oh Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
Tis not the chain of many.
He was born of the king's royal blood
And lost to a virtuous lady.

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