Joan Baez

Joan Baez - Geordie songtekst

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As I walked over the London bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a fair pretty maid
Was lamenting for her Geordie

Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many
He was born on king's royal breed
And lost to a virtuous lady

Go bridle me my milk white steed
Go bridle me my poney
I will ride to London court
To plead for the life of 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 brave
For I cannot pardon Geordie"

Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain
'Tis not the chain of many
Stole sixteen of king's royal deer
And he sold them in Bohenny
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Publisher: Vanguard Records

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Uitgegeven in: 1962

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: Joan Baez In Concert, Part 1 (1962)

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