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As I walked outer the London's bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.
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 poney,
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.
For I cannot pardon Geordie
No I cannot pardon Geordie