Orriel Smith - Geordie | Текст песни

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• Orriel Smith
• Geordie

As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair young maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis 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 court
To plead for the life of Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie never stole nor calf nor cow,
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 every one
If you'd spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked over his left shoulder,
Said fair maid I'm sorry
Said fair maid you best go home
For I cannot pardon Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many,
He was born of king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady.