Geordie



As I walked over London bridge

Oh so early in the morning,

If was there I met a pretty fair maid

All lamenting for her Geordie.



What has he done? Who has he killed?

Has he murdered anybody?"

"No, he stole five pearls from the royal king

And he sold them in a hurry."



"Go bring to me my riding steed,

Go saddle up my pony.

Five hundred pounds I will lay down

All to plead for the life of Geordie."



"We will have him hung with a golden chain:

Such a chain there is not many.

We will have him buried with the same

For the likes and the life of Geordie."



The judge looked over his right shoulder_

It was words he didn't say many:

"Prepare yourself for death, young man,

For it's mercy you shan't have any."



The judge looked over his left shoulder;

it was words he didn't say many:

"I'm afeared you came too late, fair maid,

For your loved one is judged already."



"If I had my Geordie on yonders plain

It's kisses I'd have many.

With a sword and pistol by my side

I'll die for the life of Geordie."



From Folk Songs of Canada, Fowkes

Child #209

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