paroles de chanson Geordie - Joan Baez

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

"Oh, 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 no 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 every one
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 cannot pardon 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 he sold them in Bohenny"