Geordie (Joan Baez)                               
                                                  
As I walked out over London's bridge, one misty   
morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid     
was lamenting for her Geordie.                    
                                                  
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,  
'tis not the chain of many, He was born of        
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   
for the life of Geordie.                          
                                                  
Oh, my Geordie never stole no cow nor calf, he    
never hurted any. Stole sixteen of the king's     
royal deer, and sold them in Bohenny.             
                                                  
Two pretty babies have I born, the third lies in  
my body. I'd freely part with them every one if   
you'd spare the life of Geordie.                  
                                                  
The judge looked over his left shoulder, he       
said, "Fair maid, I'm sorry." He said, "Fair      
maid, you'd best be gone, for I cannot pardon     
Geordie."                                         
                                                  
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,  
t'is not the chain of many. Stole sixteen of the  
king's royal deer, and sold them in Bohenny.