Geordie

As I walked outer the London's bridge
 One misty morning early
 I overheard a fair pretty maid
 Was lamenting for her Geordie
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 My Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
 It's not the chain of many
 Cos' he was born by the King's royal breed
 And lost to a virtuous lady
 Go bridle me my milk white steed
 Go bridle me my pony
 Cos' I will ride to London's court
 To plead for the life of my Geordie
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 My Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf
 He never murdered any
 He 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 them with everyone
 If you'd spare the life of Geordie
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 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
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 For I cannot pardon Geordie
 No I cannot pardon Geordie