Geordie – Joan BaezBy As I walked out over London bridgeOne misty morning early,I overheard a fair pretty maidWas lamenting for her Geordie.Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,‘Tis not the chain of manyHe was born of king’s royal breedAnd lost to a virtuous lady.Go bridle me my milk white steed,Go bridle me my pony,I will ride to London courtTo plead for the life of my 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 oneIf you’d spare the life of Geordie.The judge looked over his left shoulder,He said fair maid I’m sorryHe said fair maid you must be goneFor I cannot pardon Geordie.Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,‘Tis not the chain of many,Stole sixteen of the king’s royal deerAnd he sold them in Bohenny. www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20