Текст песни Geordie - Martin Carthy

Now as I rode out over London Bridge
On a misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
A cry for the life of her Geordie

"Go bridle to me a milk white steed
Bridle me a pony
I′ll ride down to London town
And I'll plead for the life of my Geordie"

"For he never stole ox he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King′s wild deer
He sold them in Bohenny"

But when she rode down and in the king's hall
There were lords and ladies plenty
Down on her bended knee she fall
And she begged for the life of her Geordie

Cries, "Six pretty babes I had by him
Another one lies in my body
Freely I'd part with each one of them
If you′ll give me the life of my Geordie"

"For he never stole ox he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King′s wild deer
He sold them in Bohenny"

But the judge looked over his left shoulder
He cries, "I'm sorry for thee
Me pretty fair maid you come too late
For he′s been condemned already"

"Oh my Geordie shall hang in a chain of gold
Such chains as never was any
Because he came of the royal blood
And he courted a fine young lady"

"Oh he never stole ox he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer
He sold them in Bohenny"

"Oh I wish I had you in yonder grove
Where times I have been many
With my broadsword and a pistol too
I′d fight you for the life of me Geordie"

"For he never stole ox he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer
He sold them in Bohenny"