From the Penguin Book Of English Folk Songs, Ed Pellow's rendition of the tune of GEORDIE
(Child #209) can be found here.
Sung by Charles Neville, East Coker, Som. (C.J.S. 1908)
As I came over London Bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Lamenting for her Geordie.
'Come bridle me my milk-white horse,
Come bridle me my pony,
That I may ride to London's court,
To plead for the life of Geordie.'
And when she entered in the hall,
There was lords and ladies plenty.
Down on her bended knee she fall,
To plead for the life of Geordie.
'Oh, Geordie stole no cow nor calf,
Nor sheep he never stole any,
But he stole sixteen of the king's wild deer,
And sold them in Bohenny.
'Oh, two brave children I've had by him,
And the third lies in my bosom;
And if you would spare my Geordie's life,
I'd freely part from them every one.'
The judge looked over his left shoulder,
And said: 'I'm sorry for thee.
My pretty fair maid, you come too late,
For he's condemned already.'
'Let Geordie hang in golden chains,
Such chains as never was any,
Because he came of the royal blood,
And courted a virtuous lady.
'I wish I was in yonder grove,
Where times I have been many,
With my broad sword and pistol too,
I'd fight for the life of Geordie.'
Other versions of Geordie can be found in the DT. Do a search for #209.
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