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Testo Geordie
Testo Geordie
As I rode out over London Bridge
On a misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
A cryin' for the life of Geordie
Go bridle to me a milk white steed
Bridle to me a pony
I'll ride down to London town And I'll plead for the life of Geordie
For he never stole ox, he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole 16 of the King's wild deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
But when she rode down and in the King's Hall
There were lords and ladies a'plenty
Down on her bended knees, she did fall
And she begged for the life of Geordie
Crying "six pretty babies I've 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 Geordie
But the judge looked over his left shoulder
He cries, I'm sorry for thee
My pretty fair maid you've come too late
For he's been condemned already
Oh, me 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 I wish I had you in younder grove
Where times I have been many
With my broad sword and pistol too
I'd fight for the life of Geordie
On a misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
A cryin' for the life of Geordie
Go bridle to me a milk white steed
Bridle to me a pony
I'll ride down to London town And I'll plead for the life of Geordie
For he never stole ox, he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole 16 of the King's wild deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
But when she rode down and in the King's Hall
There were lords and ladies a'plenty
Down on her bended knees, she did fall
And she begged for the life of Geordie
Crying "six pretty babies I've 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 Geordie
But the judge looked over his left shoulder
He cries, I'm sorry for thee
My pretty fair maid you've come too late
For he's been condemned already
Oh, me 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 I wish I had you in younder grove
Where times I have been many
With my broad sword and pistol too
I'd fight for the life of Geordie
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