Geordie

Lyrics

As I rode over London Bridge One misty morning early I overheard a tender hearted girl Plead for the life of Geordie Now Geordie robbed no store-houses He never murdered any He only shot a King's white deer All for to feed his fam'ly Then the judge looked over his left shoulder And thus he says to Geordie: "By your confession you shall hang And the Lord have mercy upon you" The Geordie he looked around the court And saw his dearest Polly Said he, "My love, you've come too late For I'm condemned already" There's six pretty babes I've born to you And the seventh lies in my body But freely would I part with them To spare the life of Geordie Then Geordie he walked around the court And said farewell to many But the leaving of his own true love That grieved him worst of any Let Geordie hang in golden chains His crimes they were not many He only shot a king's white deer All for to feed his fam'ly