Geordie

Paul Austin Kelly

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British folk song about a lover being hung for poaching royal deer.

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Trad, arr. by P.A. Kelly | R. Durrant

Trad, arr. by P.A. Kelly | R. Durrant

P.A. Kelly

As I walked out o’er London 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
‘Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king’s royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady”

REFRAIN
He never stole a cow, never stole a calf
He never hurted any
He stole sixteen of the king’s royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny

“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 my Geordie”

(repeat REFRAIN)

“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 my Geordie”

The judge looked o’er his left shoulder
He said, “Fair maid, I’m sorry,”
He said, “Fair maid, you must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie.”

He never stole a cow, never stole a calf
He never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the king’s royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny

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