Geordie - Junkyard Drive

Written by：Geordie

As I walked out over the London's bridge

One misty morning early

I overheard a fair pretty maid

Was lamenting for her Geordie

My Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain

It's not the chain of many

Cos' he was born by the king's Royal breed

And lost to a virtuous lady

Go bridle me my milk white steed

Go bridle me my Poney

Cos' I will ride to London's court

To plead for the life of my Geordie

My Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf

He never murdered any

He 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 them with everyone

If you'd spare the life of Geordie

The judge looked over his left shoulder

He said fair maid I'm sorry

He said fair maid you must be gone

For I can not pardon Geordie

For I can not pardon Geordie

No I can not pardon Geordie