As I walked out over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Lamenting the life of Geordie

And he never stole a cloud and he never stole the ground
He never hurted any
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And sold them in Kilkenny

Go bridle me my milk white steed
Go bridle me my pony
For I'll ride onto the court, oh
To plead for the life of Geordie

Oh hе never stole lox and hе never stole hats
He never stole much of any
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And sold them in Kilkenny

In town, she rode into the court, oh
There were lords and ladies aplenty
Out on her bended knees, she feared
To plead for the life of Geordie

And the judge, he looked over his left shoulder
And he said "Dear girl, I'm sorry"
He said "Dear girl, you've come too late
For he's been condemned already
Oh that's Geordie, hanged in golden chains
These chains is ne'er of any
Oh he gave of royal blood
And courted a virtuous lady