As I rode over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a tender hearted girl
Plead for the life of Geordie

Now Geordie robbed no store-houses
He never murdered any
He only shot a King's white deer
All for to feed his fam'ly

Then the judge looked over his left shoulder
And thus he says to Geordie:
“By your confession you shall hang
And the Lord have mercy upon you”

The Geordie he looked around the court
And saw his dearest Polly
Said he, “My love, you've come too late
For I'm condemned already”

There's six pretty babes I've born to you
And the seventh lies in my body
But freely would I part with them
To spare the life of Geordie

Then Geordie he walked around the court
And said farewell to many
But the leaving of his own true love
That grieved him worst of any
Let Geordie hang in golden chains
His crimes they were not many
He only shot a king's white deer
All for to feed his fam'ly