Lyrics：Traditional
Music：Traditional
As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overtheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie
O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
T'is not the chain of many
He was born of King's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady
Go bridle me , my milk white steed
Go bridle me , my pony
I will ride to London's court
And to plead for the life of Geordie
O my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
Two pretty babies have I born
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them everyone
If you'd spare the life of Geordie
The judge looked over his left shoulder
He said：Fair maid I'm sorry
Said：Fair maid you must be gone
For I can not pardon Geordie
O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
T'is not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny