GEORDIE

As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair, pretty maid,
Lamenting for her Geordie.

``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 virtuous lady.'

``Go bridle me my milk white steed
Go bridle me my pony
I will ride to London's courts
To plead for the life of Geordie.''

``My Geordie never stole no cow nor calf
He never hurted any
He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And he sold them in Boeny.''

``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.''

But 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.''

``My Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many. 
He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And he sold them in Boeny.''