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(Emin)As
I walked (D)out over (C)London
(Emin)Bridge
(G)One misty morning (D)early,
(Emin)I over(G)heard
a (D)fair, pretty (Bmin)maid,
(C)La(G)menting
(D)for her (Emin)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.''
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