As I walked over the London bridge
One misty morning early
There I spot a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie
Ah, 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
Go bridle me my milk white steed
And bridle me my poney
I will lie to London's court
To plead for life of Geordie
Two pretty babies have I born
The third lies in my body
I'd freely part with them every one
If you knot pardon Geordie
Oh, the judge looked over his left shoulder
Said, "Fair maid, I'm sorry"
Said, "Fair maid, you must be gone"
For I cannot pardon Geordie
Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
It's not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
