Geordie

While crossing London Bridge
A day without sun
I saw a woman crying for love
She cried for her Geordie

They will hang Geordie with a golden rope
It's a rare privilege
He stole six deer in the King's park
Selling them for money

Saddle his horse with the white mane
Saddle her pony
She will ride to London tonight
To plead for Geordie

Geordie never stole even for me
A fruit or a rare flower
He stole six deer in the King's park
Selling them for money

Save his lips, save his smile
He's not yet twenty
Winter will fall even on his face
You can hang him then

Neither the hearts of the English nor the King's scepter
Can save Geordie
Even if they cry with you
The law cannot change

So they will hang him with a golden rope
It's a rare privilege
He stole six deer in the King's park
Selling them for money