Geordie - 齐豫
As I walked under London bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her geordie
O my geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal
Breed
And lost to a virtous 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 geordi
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 borne
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them every
One
If you'd spare the life of
Geordie
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
O my geordie will be hanged
In a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the king's royal
Deer
And he sold them in bohenny
