Geordie

As I walked under London Bridge

Oneistyorningarly

Iverheard a fair

prettyaid

Was lamenting for her Geordie.

Oy Geordie will be hanged

in a golden chain

'Tis not the chainfany.

He was bornf King's royal breed

And lost to a virtous lady

Go bridleeyilk white steed

Go bridleey pony

I will ride to London's court

And to plead for the lifef Geordie.

Oy Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf

He never hurted any

Stole sixteenf the King's royaleer

And he sold them in Bohenny.

Two pretty babies have I borne

The third lies iny body

I'd freely part with themveryne

If you'd spare the lifef Geordie.

The judge lookedver his left shoulder

He said

''Fairaid

I'm sorry

For I can not pardon Geordie