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As I walked over London Bridge 'Twas on one morning early I thought I heard a fair one say "Pray, save the life of Geordie," "Come saddle up my milk-white steed And bridle it most rarely For I must go to Newcastle Gaol To save the life of Geordie." Ah, Lady Grey rode north and east Where she arrived most weary She bowed her head of golden hair Fair pleading for her Geordie And from her cloak, she drew a purse Money, she'd hardly any Saying, "Lord, have mercy, steal yourselves I'll give you my last penny." "It is no murder George has done He hasn't killed nobody But he's stole sixteen of the King's fine deer And he sold them to the army." The oldest lawyer at the bar Said, "Dear, it is a pity By these words you have spoke, this man must die You should have been more witty." He walked down the lined streets He bid farewell to many He bid farewell to his own true love Which grieved him more than any Now George was hung with a silken string Of which there are not many For he came straightways from royal blood And he courted a noble lady He wished she was on yon high hill Where kisses she'd had often She'll pierce her pure heart with a pointed blade Beside her lover's coffin Yes, she'll pierce her pure heart with that pointed blade Beside her lover's coffin
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