Geordie
Joan BaezVersion1
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D-DU-UDU
As I walked out over London bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many
He was born of king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady.
Go bridle me my milk white steed,
Go bridle me my pony,
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of my Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf,
He never hurted any,
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 with them every one
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 cannot pardon Geordie.
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of many,
Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny.
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Readable chord sheet for Geordie by Joan Baez
[Am]As I walke[G]d out over [F]Londo[C]n bridge [Am]One misty m[C]orning ea[G]rly, [Am]I overhe[C]ard a f[G]air pretty m[Em]aid [F]Was lamen[C]ting f[E]or her Ge[Am]ordie. Ah, my G[Am]eordie will be ha[G]nged in a go[F]lden ch[C]ain, [Am]'Tis not the ch[C]ain of m[G]any [Am]He was bo[C]rn of ki[G]ng's royal br[Em]eed [F]And lo[C]st to a vir[E]tuous la[Am]dy. Go br[Am]idle [G]me my m[F]ilk white st[C]eed, [Am]Go bridle [C]me my p[G]ony, [Am]I will ri[C]de to Lo[G]ndon co[Em]urt [F]To pl[C]ead for the l[E]ife of my Ge[Am]ordie. Ah, my Ge[Am]ordie never st[G]ole nor c[F]ow nor ca[C]lf, [Am]He never hu[C]rted a[G]ny, [Am]Stole six[C]teen of the k[G]ing's royal de[Em]er, [F]And he s[C]old them [E]in Boh[Am]enny. [Am]Two pretty ba[G]bies h[F]ave I b[C]orn, The t[Am]hird lies i[C]n my b[G]ody, [Am]I'd freely p[C]art with them ev[G]ery o[Em]ne If y[F]ou'd sp[C]are the l[E]ife of Ge[Am]ordie. The j[Am]udge looked o[G]ver his le[F]ft sho[C]ulder, He s[Am]aid fair ma[C]id I'm so[G]rry He s[Am]aid fair ma[C]id you mu[G]st be g[Em]one [F]For I can[C]not par[E]don Geo[Am]rdie. Ah, my Ge[Am]ordie will be ha[G]nged in a gol[F]den ch[C]ain, 'T[Am]is not the ch[C]ain of ma[G]ny, [Am]Stole si[C]xteen of the ki[G]ng's royal d[Em]eer [F]And he s[C]old them i[E]n Boh[Am]enny.