Geordie

As I walked under London Bridge

One misty morning early,

I overheard a fair pretty maid,

Lamenting for her Geordie.

"My Geordie will be hanged with a golden chain,

'Tis not the chain of many.

He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer

And he sold them in Bohenny."

"Go saddle me my milk white steed

Go saddle me my pony

That I may ride to London's courts

To plead for the life of Geordie."

"My Geordie never hurt a man nor calf

He never hurted any

He stole sixteen of the King's royal deer

And he sold them in Bohenny."

"Two pretty babies have I borne,

The third lies in my body,

And I would part with them every one,

If you pardon my dear Geordie."

But the judge looked over his left shoulder,

He said, "Fair maid, I'm sorry,

I cannot pardon the one you love,

He has been hanged already."