Geordie Testo

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 king❝s 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 london❝s 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 king❝s 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, I❝m sorry,
I cannot pardon the one you love,
He has been hanged already.❝❝