Geordie
Barbara Dickson Lyrics


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As I rode out over London Bridge
On a misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid
A cryin' for the life of Geordie

Go bridle to me a milk white steed
Bridle to me a pony
I'll ride down to London town
And I'll plead for the life of Geordie

For he never stole ox, he never stole ass
He never murdered any
He stole 16 of the King's wild deer
And he sold them in Bohenny

But when she rode down and in the King's Hall
There were lords and ladies a'plenty
Down on her bended knees, she did fall
And she begged for the life of Geordie

Crying "six pretty babies I've had by him
Another one lies in my body
Freely I'd part with each one of them
If you'll give me the life of Geordie

But the judge looked over his left shoulder
He cries, I'm sorry for thee
My pretty fair maid you've come too late
For he's been condemned already

Oh, me Geordie shall hang in a chain of gold
Such chains as never was any
Because he came of the royal blood
And he courted a fine young lady

Oh I wish I had you in younder grove
Where times I have been many




With my broad sword and pistol too
I'd fight for the life of Geordie

Overall Meaning

Barbara Dickson's "Geordie" tells the story of a woman who rides on a misty morning over London Bridge to plead for the life of her lover, Geordie, who is about to be executed. Geordie has been sentenced to death for stealing 16 of the King's deer and selling them in Bohenny. The woman cries out for help, asking for a milk-white steed, and in London town, she finds herself in the court with lords and ladies where she falls on her bended knees and pleads for the life of Geordie. She explains that Geordie never killed anyone or stole anything other than the King's deer. She even goes to great lengths, offering to part with her six children and the unborn baby, begging for mercy for Geordie.


Line by Line Meaning

As I rode out over London Bridge
While riding across the London Bridge


On a misty morning early,
During the early hours of a misty morning


I overheard a fair pretty maid
She heard a beautiful girl crying


A cryin' for the life of Geordie
Who was crying for the pardon of Geordie


Go bridle to me a milk white steed
Bring me a bright white horse


Bridle to me a pony
And also bring me a pony too


I'll ride down to London town
She'll cross London to plead her case


And I'll plead for the life of Geordie
And request clemency for Geordie


For he never stole ox, he never stole ass
Because he's never stolen cows or donkeys


He never murdered any
He hasn't killed anyone


He stole 16 of the King's wild deer
But he poached 16 King's deer from Bohenny


And he sold them in Bohenny
And illegally sold them in Bohenny


But when she rode down and in the King's Hall
But when she reached the King's court


There were lords and ladies a'plenty
The court was filled with nobles and ladies


Down on her bended knees, she did fall
She fell down on her knees


And she begged for the life of Geordie
And pleaded for Geordie's life


Crying "six pretty babies I've had by him
Saying that she bears six kids by him


Another one lies in my body
And she's currently pregnant again


Freely I'd part with each one of them
She's willing to give up her children


If you'll give me the life of Geordie
In exchange for Geordie's pardon


But the judge looked over his left shoulder
But the judge turned his face away


He cries, I'm sorry for thee
Saying he's sorry for her plea


My pretty fair maid you've come too late
Telling her she's too late


For he's been condemned already
As Geordie's already sentenced and imprisoned


Oh, me Geordie shall hang in a chain of gold
Geordie will be hanged wearing a golden chain


Such chains as never was any
An extraordinary chain never seen before


Because he came of the royal blood
Geordie hailed from proud ancestry


And he courted a fine young lady
And loved a beautiful maiden


Oh I wish I had you in younder grove
I wish I was with you in that grove then


Where times I have been many
Where we've spent good times together


With my broad sword and pistol too
Armed with my broad sword and pistol


I'd fight for the life of Geordie
I would even fight to save Geordie




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