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