As (Am)I walked (G)out over (F)Mary's (C-Em-Am)bridge,
one misty morning (G)early,
(Am)I overheard a (G)fair pretty (Em)maid was la(Am)menting
(Em)for her (Am)Geordie.  (C-Em-Am)

Ah, my (Am)Geordie will be (G)hanged in a (F)golden (C-Em-Am)chain, 'tis not the chain of (G)many,
(Am)He was born of (G)high English (Em)breed,
and (Am)lost to a (Em)poor Irish (Am)cailín. (C-Em-Am)

 

(Am)Go bridle (G)me my (F)milk white (C-Em-Am)steed,
go bridle me my (G)pony.
(Am)That I may (G)ride to the (Em)Englishmen's court to (Am)plead for the (Em)life of (Am)Geordie. (C-Em-Am)

 

(Am)Oh, my Geordie never (G)stole nor (F)cow nor (C-Em-Am)calf,
he never hurted (G)any.
(Am)To feed my (G)babes he stole two royal (Em)deer,
and he (Am)sold them (Em)in Dro(Am)gheda. (C-Em-Am)

 

(Am)Two pretty (G)babies (F)have I (C-Em-Am)born,
the third lies in my (G)body.
(Am)I'd freely part with (G)them every (Em)one,
if you'd (Am)spare the (Em)life of (Am)Geordie. (C-Em-Am)

 

(Am)But the judge looked (G)over his (F)left shoul(C-Em-Am)der,
he said, "Fair maid, I'm (G)sorry.
(Am)I cannot pardon the (G)one you (Em)love, for (Am)he has been (Em)hanged al(Am)ready." (C-Em-Am)

 

(Am)Ah, my Geordie has been (G)hanged in a (F)golden (C-Em-Am)chain, ‘tis not the chain of (G)many.
(Am)To feed the babes he (G)stole royal (Em)deer,
and (Am)sold them (Em)in Dro(Am)gheda. (C-Em-Am)