As I walked out o'er the Greenway Bridge on a misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid cryin' for the life of her Geordie.
'Saddle me a milk-white steed, bridle me a pony,'
'And I'll ride down to yon Bree-town to plead for the life of my Geordie.'
When she came to the courthouse steps, the watchmen there were many
She's passed them each a bright gold coin, so they'd let her walk in for her Geordie.
'He never stole a mule or a mare, he never murdered any.'
'And if he slaughtered a rich man's deer, it was only to feed his family.'
When she's walked into the courthouse halls, before the judge and the jury,
Down on her bended knee she falls, crying for the life of her Geordie.
'He never stole, he never slew, he never murdered any.'
'He never injured any of you, so spare me the life of my Geordie.'
The judge looked over his left shoulder. He says, 'I'm sorry for thee.'
'My pretty fair maid, you've come too late. He's been condemned already.'
'Six pretty boys I had by him, our daughter's waiting for me,'
'And I would bear them all over again, if you'd give us the life of my Geordie.'
'Your Geordie will hang with a silver chain, such as we don't hang any.
'And he'll be laid in a coffin brave, for your six young sons to carry.'
'I wish I had you on yonder hill, with the whole town gathered 'round me.'
'With my longsword I would challenge you, all to fight for the life of my Geordie."
This one's based on "Geordie", Child 209.
