walked out o 'er London Bridge,
one misty morning early,
I thought I heard a fair young maid
Lamenting for her Geordie
I thought I heard a fair young maid
Lamenting for her Geordie
Oh, saddle me, my milk -white steed
The black one's not so speedy
That I may ride to Yon Castle Fair
To plead for the life of Geordie
That I may ride to Yon Castle Fair
To plead for the life of Geordie
She's taken out her silken purse
The like I've ne 'er seen any
Saying, lawyers,
come and fee yourselves,
for I'll spend every penny.
Lawyers, come and fee yourselves,
for I'll spend every penny.
Then Geordie spoke,
and thus he said,
I never murdered any.
I stole sixteen of the king's white steeds
and sold them in Bohenni.
I stole sixteen of the king's white steeds
and sold them in Bohenni.
The judge, he looked down on him.
He said, young man, I'm sorry,
But Thy own confessions hangeth Thee,
Thy Lord have mercy on thee.
Thy own confessions han geth Thee,
Thy Lord have mercy on thee.
He's walking down the line of streets
He's bid farewell to many
He's bid farewell to his
own true love
Which grieved him more than any
He said farewell to his own true love,
which grieved him more than any.
Let Geordie be hanged
with a golden chain,
his crimes were never many.
He was born of royal blood,
and courted a virtuous lady.
He was born of royal blood,
and courted a virtuous lady.
I wish I was on yonder hill,
where kisses I've had often.
I'd stab myself on the point of a knife
Beside my lover's
coffin