Geordie

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
[03:05]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