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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Chorus]
AmAs I walked oGuter the FLondon's bCridge AmOne misty moCrning Gearly, AmI overhCeard a Gfair pretty Emmaid F Was laCmenting Efor her GAmeordie.
AmMy Geordie will beG hanged in a gFolden cChain, AmIt's not the cChain of maGny AmCos' he wasC born by the GKing's royal bEmreed F And Clost toE a virtuousAm lady.
AmGo bridleG me my mFilk white Csteed, AmGo bridle mCe my poGney, AmCos' I willC ride to GLondon's cEmourt F To pleCad for the lifEe of my Geordie.Am
AmMy Geordie neverG stole nor Fcow nor caClf, AmHe never muCrdered aGny, AmHe stole siCxteen of the kGing's royal Emdeer, F And he sCold them iEn BoheAmnny.
AmTwo pretty bGabies Fhave I borCn, AmThe third lCies in my bGody, AmI'd freely Cpart them withG everEmyone F CIf you'd spEare the lifAme of Geordie.
AmThe judge looked Gover hisF left shouClder, AmHe said fair mCaid I'm soGrry AmHe said fair mCaid youG must be gEmone F For CI cannot paErdon GeordiAme. F For CI cannot paErdon GeordiAme F No IC cannot parEdon GeordieAm F