As I walked out over London Bridge One misty morning early I overtheard a fair pretty maid Was lamenting for her Geordie O my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain T'is not the chain of many He was born of King's royal breed And lost to a virtuous lady Go bridle me , my milk white steed Go bridle me , my pony I will ride to London's court And to plead for the life of Geordie 1.37 O my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf He never hurted any Stole sixteen of the King's royal deer And he sold them in Bohenny Two pretty babies have I born The third lies in my body I'd freely part with them everyone If you'd spare the life of Geordie The judge looked over his left shoulder He said：Fair maid I'm sorry Said：Fair maid you must be gone For I can not pardon Geordie 3.32 Oh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain T'is点击下载LRC歌词