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Long ago, in the time of kings
It was in London on a cold morning
On an old bridge, an old woman was crying
On the fate of his son Geordie
Oh my Geordie will be hanged tomorrow at dawn
Will be hung by a gold chain
He will die for having loved
Loved the king's daughter
Nights, days, for a long time I walked
How many days? I can't remember.
To get to the London court
Plead the case of my Geordie
Oh my Geordie never stole or killed
He is so young, he is a child
Take my life, I am an old woman
But spare my Geordie's
The judge looked over his shoulder
He said, "Good lady, I'm sorry."
He said, "Good lady, you should leave."
Because I can't do anything for your Geordie."
Oh my Geordie will be hanged tomorrow at dawn
Will be hung by a gold chain
He will die for having loved
Loved the king's daughter
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