.As I walked under london bridge
One misty morning early,
I overheard a fair, pretty maid,
Lamenting for her geordie.
''my geordie will be hanged with a golden chain,
'tis not the chain of many.
He stole sixteen of the king's royal deer>
And he sold them in boeny.''
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