Barbara Dickson - Geordie lyrics

As I rode out over London Bridge On a misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid A cryin' for the life of Geordie Go bridle to me a milk white steed Bridle to me a pony I'll ride down to London town And I'll plead for the life of Geordie For he never stole ox, he never stole a** He never murdered any He stole 16 of the King's wild deer And he sold them in Bohenny But when she rode down and in the King's Hall There were lords and ladies a'plenty Down on her bended knees, she did fall And she begged for the life of Geordie Crying "six pretty babies I've 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 Geordie But the judge looked over his left shoulder He cries, I'm sorry for thee My pretty fair maid you've come too late For he's been condemned already Oh, me 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 I wish I had you in younder grove Where times I have been many With my broad sword and pistol too I'd fight for the life of Geordie