Geordie (Child No 209)

Geordie(Child No 209) (Live) - Joan Baez

As I walked over the London bridge

One misty morning early

I overheard a fair pretty maid

Was lamenting for her Geordie

Oh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain

'Tis not the chain of many

He was born on king's royal breed

And lost to a virtuous lady

Go bridle me my milk white steed

Go bridle me my poney

I will ride to London court

To plead for the life of Geordie

Ah 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 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 brave

For I cannot pardon Geordie

Oh 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