As I walked over London Bridge
'Twas on one morning early
I thought I heard a fair one say
"Pray, save the life of Geordie,"

"Come saddle up my milk-white steed
And bridle it most rarely
For I must go to Newcastle Gaol
To save the life of Geordie."

Ah, Lady Grey rode north and east
Where she arrived most weary
She bowed her head of golden hair
Fair pleading for her Geordie

And from her cloak, she drew a purse
Money, she'd hardly any
Saying, "Lord, have mercy, steal yourselves
I'll give you my last penny."

"It is no murder George has done
He hasn't killed nobody
But he's stole sixteen of the King's fine deer
And he sold them to the army."

The oldest lawyer at the bar
Said, "Dear, it is a pity
By these words you have spoke, this man must die
You should have been more witty."
He walked down the lined streets
He bid farewell to many
He bid farewell to his own true love
Which grieved him more than any

Now George was hung with a silken string
Of which there are not many
For he came straightways from royal blood
And he courted a noble lady

He wished she was on yon high hill
Where kisses she'd had often
She'll pierce her pure heart with a pointed blade
Beside her lover's coffin

Yes, she'll pierce her pure heart with that pointed blade
Beside her lover's coffin