Geordie / Joan Baez (1962) As I walked out over London bridge One misty morning early, I overheard a fair pretty maid Was lamenting for her Geordie. Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain, 'Tis not the chain of many He was born of king's royal breed And lost to a virtuous lady. Go bridle me my milk white steed, Go bridle me my pony, I will ride to London court To plead for the life of m..
