As I rode over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I overheard a tender-hearted girl
Plead for the life of Geordie
Now Geordie never stole outside
He never murdered any
He only shot a King's white deer
All for to feed his family
Then the judge looked over his left shoulder
And thus he says to Geordie
By your confession you shall hang
And the Lord have mercy upon you
Then Geordie he looked around the court
And saw his dearest Polly
Said he My love you've come too late
For I am condemned already
It's six pretty babes I've born to you
And the seventh lies in my body
But freely would I part with them
To spare the life of Geordie
Then Geordie he walked around the court
And said farewell to many
But the leaving of his own true love
That grieved him worst of any
Let Geordie hang in golden chains
His crimes they were not many
He only shot a King's white deer
All for to feed his family
