As I crossed London Bridge
in a day without sunshine
I saw a woman weeping love
she was crying for her Geordie
They will gallow Geordie with a rope of gold
it is a rare privilege
he stole six deers in the park of the King
and he sold them for money
Saddle her horse with the white mane
saddle her pony
she will ride up to London tonight
to plead for Geordie
Geordie never stole not even for me
a fruit or a rare flower
he stole six deers in the park of the King
he sold them for money
Save his lips, save his smile
he doesn't have yet twenty years
winter will fall even on his face
you can hang him then
Neither the heart of the British nor the scepter of the King
will b able to save Geordie
although they will mourn with you
the law cannot change
So they will hang him with a rope of gold
it is a rare privilege
he stole six deers in the park of the King
he sold them for money