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