Geordie Songtext

von Sandy Denny

As I walked under London Bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair, pretty maid,
Lamenting for her Geordie.
My Geordie will be hanged with a golden chain,
'tis not the chain of many.
He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in boeny.[?]
Go saddle me my milk white steed
Go saddle me my pony
That I may ride to London's courts
To plead for the life of Geordie.
My Geordie never hurt a man nor calf
He never hurted any
He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in boeny.
Two pretty babies have I borne,
The third lies in my body,
And I would part with them every one,
If you pardon my dear Geordie.
But the judge looked over his left shoulder,
He said, fair maid, I'm sorry,
I cannot pardon the one you love,
He has been hanged already.