As I walked out over London Bridge 
One misty morning early 
I overheard a fair pretty maid 
Was lamenting for her Geordie  

O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain 
T’is 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
And to plead for the life of Geordie

O my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf 
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the King’s royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny

Two pretty babies have I born
The third lies in my body
I’d freely part with them everyone 
If you’d spare the life of Geordie

The judge looked over his left shoulder 
He said:“Fair maid I’m sorry 
Said:Fair maid you must be gone
For I can not pardon Geordie

O my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the King’’s royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny