Geordie, or My Geordie Will Be Hanged In A Golden Chain
Anonymous
| Original | La versione eseguita da Martin Carthy in English Folk Music |
| GEORDIE, OR MY GEORDIE WILL BE HANGED IN A GOLDEN CHAIN As I walked out over London Bridge one misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid, was lamenting for her Geordie. Ah, 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. 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 Geordie. Ah my Geordie never stole nor cow, nor calf, he never hurted any, stole sixteen of the king's royal deer, and he sold them in Bohenny. 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 Geordie. The judge looked over his left shoulder, he said: Fair maid, I am sorry, he said: Fair maid, you must be gone for I cannot pardon Geordie. Ah my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'tis not the chain of many, stole sixteen of the king's royal deer, and he sold them in Bohenny. | GEORDIE Now as I rode out over London Bridge On a misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid A-cry for the life of her Geordie “Go bridle to me a milk white steed, Bridle me a pony, I'll ride down to London town And I'll plead for the life of my Geordie” “For he never stole ox, he never stole ass He never murdered any, He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer, He sold them in Bohenny.” But when she rode down and in the king's hall There were lords and ladies plenty, Down on her bended knee she fell And she begged for the life of her Geordie Cries, “Six pretty babes I had by him, Another one lies in my body, Freely I'd part with each one of them If you'll give me the life of my Geordie.” “For he never stole ox, he never stole ass He never murdered any He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer He sold them in Bohenny.” But the judge looked over his left shoulder, He cries, “I'm sorry for thee, Me pretty fair maid you come too late For he's been condemned already.” “Oh my Geordie shall hang in a chain of gold, Such chains as never was any, Because he came of the royal blood And he courted a fine young lady.” “Oh he never stole ox, he never stole ass He never murdered any, He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer He sold them in Bohenny.” “Oh I wish I had you in yonder grove Where times I have been many, With my broadsword and a pistol too, I'd fight you for the life of me Geordie.” “For he never stole ox, he never stole ass He never murdered any, He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer He sold them in Bohenny.” |
