歌名：GeordieAs I walked out over London BridgeOne misty morning earlyI overheard a fair, pretty maidWas lamenting for her GeordieOh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chainTis not the chain of manyHe was born of the king's royal bloodAnd lost to a virtuous ladyGo bridle me my milk white steedGo bridle me my ponyI will ride to London's courtTo plead for the life of my GeordieOh my Geordie never stole cow nor calfHe never hurted anyHe stole sixteen of the King's royal deerAnd sold them in BoenySix pretty babies have I borneThe seventh lies in my bodyI'd freely part with them one and allIf you'll spare me the life of my GeordieThe judge looked over his left shoulderHe said, Fair maid, I'm sorrySaid, Fair maid, you must be goneFor I cannot pardon GeordieOh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chainTis not the chain of manyHe was born of the king's royal bloodAnd lost to a virtuous lady
