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{title:Geordie}
Traditional?
As [Em]I walked o[D]ut over l[C]ondon [G]bridge[Em]
One misty m[G]orning [D]early,
[Em]I overh[G]eard a f[D]air pretty [Bm]maid
[C]Was lam[G]entin[B7]g for her [Em]Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
`Tis not the chain of many,
He was born of the 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
To plead for the life of Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf,
He never hurted any,
He stole sixteen of the king`s royal deer,
And sold them in Bohenny.

Two pretty babies have I born,
The third lies in my body,
I`d freely part with them every one
If you`d spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked over his left shoulder,
He said, fair maid I`m sorry.
He said, fair maid you must be gone,
For I cannot pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
`Tis not the chain of many,
He stole sixteen of the king`s royal deer,
And he sold them in Bohenny.

Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
by Steve Putz
7 September 1992