(Was performed live during the Enchant era)            As I walked out over London town   One misty morning early   I overheard a fair pretty maid   Was lamenting for her Geordie      Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain   'Tis not the chain of many   He was born of king's royal breed   And lost to a virtuous lady      Go bridle me my milk white steed   Go bridle me my pony   I will ride to London's court   To plead for the life of Geordie      Two pretty babies have I born   The third lies in my body   I'd freely part with them every one   If you'd spare the life of Geordie      The judge looked over his left shoulder   He said fair maid I'm sorry   He said fair maid you must be gone   For I cannot pardon Geordie      Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain   'Tis not the chain of many   He was born of king's royal breed   And lost to a virtuous lady      Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain   'Tis not the chain of many   Stole sixteen of the king's royal deer   And he sold them