Geordie

Geordie (Jane Gentry)

As I went over London’s bridge
One morning bright and early
I saw a maid, forbide the way
Lamenting for poor Charlie

He never robbed the king’s high court
He’s never murdered any
But he stole sixteen milk white steeds
And sold them in Virginia

Go saddle me my milk white steed
The brown one ain’t so speedy
I’ll rid away to the king’s high court
Enquiring for poor Charlie

She rode, she rode, to the king’s high court
Enquiring for poor Charlie
Fair lady you have come too late
For he’s condemned already

He never robbed the king’s high court
He’s never murdered any
But he stole sixteen milk white steeds
And sold them in Virginia

It’s will you promise me she said
Oh promise me, I beg thee
To hang him by a white silk cord
That never has hung any