Music Across the Water - Geordie

As I rode over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Lamenting for her Geordie

My Geordie's to hang in a golden chain
Tis not the chain of many
For he was born of royal blood
And was loved by a virtuous lady

My Geordie never stole ne'er a cow nor a calf
He never hurted any
He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And sold them in Bohenny

Come bridle me my milk-white steed
Come bridle me my pony
For I must ride to London Town
And plead for the life of Geordie

And when she entered to the court
There were lords and ladies plenty
Down on her bended knees she fell
To plead for the life of Geordie

Well the judge looked over his left shoulder
He said: I'm sorry for thee
My fair pretty maid you've come too late
For he's condemned already

Well two pretty babies have I now
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them everyone
To save the life of my Geordie

Let Geordie hang in a golden chain
Tis not the chain of many
For he was born of royal blood
And was lost to a virtuous lady

Written by:
Dan Smith, Samantha Smith

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