As I walked under london bridge One misty morning early I overheard a fair, pretty maid Lamenting for her geordie My geordie will be hanged with a golden chain Tis not the chain of many He stole sixteen of the kings royal deer And he sold them in boeny Go saddle me my milk white steed Go saddle me my pony That I may ride to londons courts To plead for the life of geordie My geordie never hurt a man nor calf He never hurted any He stole sixteen of the kings royal deer And he sold them in boeny Two pretty babies have I borne The third lies in my body And I would part with them every one If you pardon my dear geordie But the judge looked over his left shoulder He said, fair maid, Im sorry I cannot pardon the one you love He has been hanged already