As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie
O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
It 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
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
He said:Fair maid I am sorry
Said:Fair maid you must be gone
For I can not pardon Geordie
O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
It is not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
