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(Was performed live during the Enchant era)As I walked out over London townOne misty morning earlyI overheard a fair pretty maidWas lamenting for her GeordieOh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain'Tis not the chain of manyHe was born of king's royal breedAnd lost to a virtuous ladyGo bridle me my milk white steedGo bridle me my ponyI will ride to London's courtTo plead for the life of GeordieTwo pretty babies have I bornThe third lies in my bodyI'd freely part with them every oneIf you'd spare the life of GeordieThe judge looked over his left shoulderHe said fair maid I'm sorryLetras de cancionesHe said fair maid you must be goneFor I cannot pardon GeordieOh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain'Tis not the chain of manyHe was born of king's royal breedAnd lost to a virtuous ladyOh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain'Tis not the chain of manyStole sixteen of the king's royal deerAnd he sold them From Letras Mania