Anthea Feaver

Lyrics

As I walked out over London Bridge on a misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid crying for the life of her Geordie

Go saddle me my milk white steed, saddle me my pony
I’ll ride down over London town and I’ll beg for the life of my Geordie

For he never stole ox, he never stole ass, he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the king’s wild deer and he sold them in Bohenny

But when she rode down and in the king’s hall, there were lords and ladies plenty
Down on her bended knees she falls and she begs for the life of her Geordie

She cries, six pretty babes I had by him, the seventh one lies in my body
I would bear them all over again if you spare me the life of my Geordie

For he never stole ox, he never stole ass, he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the king’s wild deer and he sold them in Bohenny

The judge looked over his left shoulder, he said I’m sorry for thee
My fair pretty maid you come too late for he’s been condemned already

My Geordie shall hang in a chain of gold, such chains as never was any
Because he came of the royal blood and he courted a fine young lady

I wish I had you in yonder grove, where time I have been many
With my broadsword and my pistol too, I’d fight you for the life of my Geordie

For he never stole ox, he never stole ass, he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the king’s wild deer and he sold them in Bohenny