| As I walked out over London Bridge
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| On a misty morning early
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| I overheard a fair pretty maid
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| Crying for the life of her Geordie
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| «Saddle me a milk white steed
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| Bridle me a pony
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| I’ll ride down to London town
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| And I’ll beg for the life of my Geordie»
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| And when she came to the courthouse steps
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| The poor folks numbered many
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| A hundred crowns she passed around
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| Saying, «Pray for the life of my Geordie»
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| «He never stole a mule or a mare
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| He never murdered any
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| If he shot one of the king’s wild deer
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| It was only to feed his family»
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| And then she strode through the marble hall
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| Before the judge and the jury
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| Down on her bended knee she falls
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| Crying for the life of her Geordie
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| «He never stole, he never slew
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| He never murdered any
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| He never injured any of you
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| Spare me the life of my Geordie»
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| The judge looked over his left shoulder
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| He says, «I'm sorry for thee
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| My pretty fair maid, you’ve come too late
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| He’s been condemned already»
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| «But six pretty babes I had by him
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| The seventh one lies in my body
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| And I would bear them all over again
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| If you give me the life of my Geordie»
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| «Your Geordie will hang in a silver chain
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| Such as we don’t hang many
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| And he’ll be laid in a coffin brave
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| For your six fine sons to carry»
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| «I wish I had you in a public square
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| The whole town gathered around me
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| With my broadsword and a pistol too
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| I’d fight you for the life of my Geordie» |