Geordie
Joan Baez
Ton : A
As IAm walked ouGt over LondFon brCidge
OAmne misty moCrning earGly
IAm overheaCrd a faGir pretty maEmid
WFas lamentCing foEr her GeoAmrdie.
Ah my GeAmordie will be hanGged in a golFden chaCin
'AmTis not the chaCin of maGny
HAme was borCn of kinGg's royal breEmed
AFnd losCt to a virtEuous ladAmy.
Go briAmdle mGe my miFlk white steCed
GAmo bridle mCe my poGny
IAm will ridCe to LonGdon couEmrt
TFo pleCad for the liEfe of my GeoAmrdie.
Ah my GeoAmrdie never stoGle nor coFw nor calCf
HAme never hurCted anGy
SAmtole sixtCeen of the kiGng's royal deeEmr
AFnd he soCld them iEn BoheAmnny.
TAmwo pretty babGies haFve I boCrn
The thAmird lies inC my boGdy
IAm'd freely paCrt with them eveGry onEme
If yoFu'd spaCre the liEfe of GeoAmrdie.
The juAmdge looked ovGer his lefFt shouClder
He saAmid fair maiCd I'm sorGry
He saAmid fair maiCd you musGt be goEmne
FFor I cannCot pardEon GeorAmdie.
Ah my GeoAmrdie will be hanGged in a goldFen chaCin
'TiAms not the chaCin of manGy
SAmtole sixCteen of the kinGg's royal deEmer
AFnd he soCld them inE BoheAmnny.