简介:
 As I walked out over London Bridge 
One misty morning early 
I overtheard a fair pretty maid 
Was lamenting for her Geordie 
O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain 
T'is 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 court 
And to plead for the life of Geordie 1.37 
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 born 
The third lies in my body 
I'd freely part with them everyone 
If you'd spare the life of Geordie 
The judge looked over his left shoulder 
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 3.32 
Oh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain 
T'is not the chain of many 
Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer 
And he sold them in Bohenny