Geordie

As I walked over London bridge
One morning that was foggy
I overheard a fair one say
Pray save the life of Geordie

I saddled up my milk white stead
And I did ride miles forty
Far over and away to the lone castle fair
To pray for the life of Geordie

But Geordie was hanged from a mighty tree
With a chain of gold so weighty
For he was from a noble line
And he courted a virtuous lady

I wish I was on yonder hill
Where kisses I've had often
I'd stab myself with a pointed blade
Beside poor Geordie coffin