Geordie Songtext / Lyric

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"