Geordie

Traditional

 

A combination of long-ago Joan Baez, a chord I think Alex Sinclair played, and a verse from somewhere

 

C: steel 6-string G: cellamba

As I walked out over London Bridge

One misty morning early

I overheard a fair pretty maid

Lamenting for her Geordie

 

Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain

'Tis not the chain of many

He was born of the 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 the life of Geordie

 

Oh, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf

He never hurted any

He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer

And sold them in Bohenny

 

Two pretty babies I have born

The third lies in my body

I'd freely part them everyone

If you'd spare the life of Geordie

 

The looked over his left shoulder

He said, fair maid, I'm sorry

He said, fair maid, you must be gone

For I cannot pardon Geordie

 

I wish I was in yonder grove

Where times I have been many

With my broad sword and my pistol, too

I'd fight for the life of Geordie

 

Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain

'Tis not the chain of many

Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer

And sold them in Bohenny

Geordie is recorded on the album Neighbors