Album: A Boxful of Treasures

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 kings royal deer
And he sold them in boeny

go saddle me my milk white steed
Go saddle me my pony
That I may ride to londons 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 kings royal deer
And he sold them in boeny

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, Im sorry,
I cannot pardon the one you love,
He has been hanged already

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