Geordie Songtext

GeordieAs I walked out over London BridgeOne misty morning earlyI overheared a fair pretty maidLamenting for her Geordie"Ah, my Geordie will behanged in a golden chainIt´s not the chain of manyHe was born of King´s royal breedAnd lost to a virtuous lady"Go briddle me my milkwhite steedGo briddle me my ponyAnd I will ride to London´s courtTo save the life of Geordie"Ah, my Geordie never stoleno cow nor calfHe never hurted anyHe stole sixteen of the King´s royal deerAnd sold them in Bohenny"The judge looked over his left shoulderHe said "Fair maid, I´m sorry"He said "Fair maid, you must be goneFor I cannot pardon Geordie""Ah, my Geordie will be hangedin a golden chainIt´s not the chain of manyHe stole sixteen of the King´s royal deerAnd sold them in Bohenny"