Geordie

I know very little about the provenance of Geordie, but it's one of the finest traditional laments in English folksong. It's been recorded by many artists, but the finest is probably Martin Carthy's version, which can be found on his "greatest hits" collection, Rigs of the Time.

Tune:

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Lyrics

As I rode out over Naniom Bridge, one misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid, lamenting for her Geordie

Oh, he never stole ox, and he never stole hounds; he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer, and he sold them in Gardiren

Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'tis not the chain of many.
For he was born of the King's royal blood, brought down by a beautiful lady.

Oh, he never stole ox, and he never stole hounds; he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer, and he sold them in Gardiren

Go saddle to me my good grey steed, go saddle me my pony.
And I will ride to fair Tashal, to plead for the life of me Geordie.

Oh, he never stole ox, and he never stole hounds; he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer, and he sold them in Gardiren

Two fair babies I have born; the third one lies in my body.
I'll give you the lives of ev'ry one, if you'll spare me the life of my Geordie.

Oh, he never stole ox, and he never stole hounds; he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer, and he sold them in Gardiren

Oh, the judge he looked o'er his left shoulder, and he said, "Fair maid, I'm sorry."
Geordie must be hanged in the Orgael Wood, for he's condemned already.

Oh, he never stole ox, and he never stole hounds; he never murdered any
He stole sixteen of the King's wild deer, and he sold them in Gardiren

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