Lyrics

As I walked over London bridge One morning that was foggy I overheard a fair one say Pray save the life of Geordie I saddled up my milk white stead And I did ride miles forty Far over and away to the lone castle fair To pray for the life of Geordie But Geordie was hanged from a mighty tree With a chain of gold so weighty For he was from a noble line And he courted a virtuous lady I wish I was on yonder hill Where kisses I've had often I'd stab myself with a pointed blade Beside poor Geordie coffin