Geordie

Английская народная песня Geordie в исполнении группы Sherwood Come, bridle me my milkwhite steed, Come bridle me my pony, That I may ride to fair London town To plead for my Geordie. And when she entered in the hall There were lords and ladies plenty. Down on her knees then she did fall To plead for the life of Geordie. Then George looked round the court, And saw his dearest Polly; He said, My dear, you ve come too late, For I m condemn d already Then the judge he looked down on him And said, I m sorry for thee, Tis thine own confession hath hanged thee, May the Lord have mercy upon thee. O Geordie stole nor cow nor calf And he never murder d any, But he stole sixteen of the king s white steeds, And sold them in Bohenny. Let Geordie hang in golden chains, (His crimes were never many), Because he came from the royal blood And courted a virtuous lady. I wish I were in yonder grave, Where times I have been many, With my broad sword and a pistol too I d fight for the life of Geordie.