Traditional ballad, arranged by Ishmael Wallace

As I walked out o'er London Bridge
All on a misty morning,
I there espied a fair pretty maid
Lamenting for her Geordie.
May Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many;
He was born of king's royal breed,
And loved a virtuous lady.
My Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf,
He never hurted any;
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And sold them in Bohenny.
Go bridle me my milk-white steed,
Go bridle me my pony.
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of Geordie.

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