Martin Carthy - Geordie lyrics

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 a** 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 fall 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 a** 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 a** 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 a** He never murdered any He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer He sold them in Bohenny"