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Child Ballad 209
| Em | D | C | G | |
| As I | walked | out of a | London | bridge, |
| Em | D |
| One misty morning | early, |
| Em | D | Bm |
| I overhead a | fair pretty | maid |
| C | G | B7 | Em |
| Was la | menting | 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 he sold them in Gilhooley.
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 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 he sold them in Gilhooley.
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