Geordie

Geordie - Shirley & Dolly Collins

As I rode over London Bridge

One misty morning early

I overheard a tender-hearted girl

Plead for the life of Geordie

Now Geordie never stole outside

He never murdered any

He only shot a King's white deer

All for to feed his family

Then the judge looked over his left shoulder

And thus he says to Geordie

By your confession you shall hang

And the Lord have mercy upon you

Then Geordie he looked around the court

And saw his dearest Polly

Said he My love you've come too late

For I am condemned already

It's six pretty babes I've born to you

And the seventh lies in my body

But freely would I part with them

To spare the life of Geordie

Then Geordie he walked around the court

And said farewell to many

But the leaving of his own true love

That grieved him worst of any

Let Geordie hang in golden chains

His crimes they were not many

He only shot a King's white deer

All for to feed his family