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[Verse 1]
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As I walked out over London Bridge
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On a misty morning early
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I overheard a fair pretty maid
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Crying for the life of her Geordie
 F            C
Saddle me a milk white steed
 Am          G
Bridle me a pony
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I'll ride down to London town
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And I'll beg for the life of my Geordie

[Verse 2]
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And when she came to the courthouse steps
     Am                  G
The poor folks numbered many
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A hundred crowns she passed around
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Saying, Pray for the life of my Geordie
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He never stole a mule or a mare
 Am                G
He never murdered any
 F                     G
If he shot one of the king's wild deer
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It was only to feed his family

[Verse 3]
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And then she strode through the marble hall
 Am                       G
Before the judge and the jury
 F                  G
Down on her bended knee she falls
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Crying for the life of her Geordie
 F                       C
He never stole, he never slew
 Am                G
He never murdered any
 F                     G
He never injured any of you
 F              C        F
Spare me the life of my Geordie

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
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The judged looked over his left shoulder
 Am                       G
And said I'm sorry for thee
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My pretty fair maide you've come too late
   F        C       F
He's been condemed already
     F                 C
But six pretty babes I had by him
      Am                     G
The seventh one lies in my body
    F                       C
And I would bear them all over again
        F            C          F     
If you give me the life of my Geordie

[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
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Your Geordie will hang from a silver chain
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Such as we don't hang many
 F                     G
And he'll be lain in a coffin brave
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For your six fine sons to carry
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I wish I had you in a public square
     Am                    G
The whole town gathered around me
      F                    G
With my broadsword and a pistol too
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I'd fight you for the life of my Geordie