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As I walked out over London
On a misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Crying for the life of her Geordie
âSaddle me a milk white steed
Bridle me a pony
Iâll ride down to London town
And Iâll beg for the life of my Geordieâ
And when she came to the courthouse steps
The poor folks numbered many
A hundred crowns she passed around
Saying,âPray for the life of my Geordieâ
âHe never stole a mule or a mare
He never murdered any
If he shot one of the kingâs wild deer
It was only to feed his familyâ
And then she strode through the marble hall
Before the judge and the jury
Down on her bended knee she falls
Crying for the life of her Geordie
âHe never stole, he never slew
He never murdered any
He never injured any of you
Spare me the life of my Geordieâ
The judge looked over his left shoulder
He says, âIâm sorry for thee
My pretty fair maid, youâve come to late
Heâs been condemned alreadyâ
âBut six pretty babes I had by him
The seventh one lies in my body
And I would bear them all over again
If you give me the life of my Geordieâ
âYour Geordie will hang in a silver chain
Such as we donât hang many
And heâll be laid in a coffin brave
For your six fine sons to carryâ
âI wish I had you in a public square
The whole town gathered around me
With my broad sword and a pistol too
Iâd fight you for the life of my Geordieâ
- Album:
- Child Ballads