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.'
