Monday, June 22, 2009

Geordie


(Song begins at 2:25 )
Traditional English
Child ballad #209
Rise Up Singing chapter: Ballads and Old Songs, p.10
Em D C Em / - - D - / Em G D Bm / C G B7 Em

As I walked out over London 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

Ah, my Geordie never stole nor 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 must be gone
For I cannot pardon Geordie"

Ah, 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

No comments:

Post a Comment