As I walked over London Bridge
One misty morning early,
There I overheard some fair lady
Lamenting for her Geordie.
“O where can I find me a brisk little boy
Who can go an errand quickly?
Who can go ten mile in one hour
With an errand for a lady?”
“Come saddle to me my best black horse,
Come saddle me my pony,
That I may ride to the king's castle wall
With an errand for a lady.”
And when she had come to the king's castle wall
The prisoners they stood many,
And they all stood with their hats in their hands
All excepting for her Geordie.
And when she entered the king's great hall
There were lords and ladies many,
And she fell down on her bended knee
To plead for the life of her Geordie.
“Oh Geordie never stole no cow nor horse,
He never murdered any.
But he stole sixteen of the king's fat deers
To sell them in Bohenny.
“And six pretty babies I've had to him,
The seventh lies in my body
I would freely part with them every one
To save the life of my Geordie.”
The judge he looked over his left shoulder.
He seemed so very hard hearted,
Saying, “Lady, fair lady, you've come too late
For Geordie's condemned already.”
“Geordie will be hanged in chains of gold,
Such gold as never hangs many,
Because he come of the royal blood
And he courted a very rich lady.
“Oh, my Geordie will be hanged in the chains of gold,
Such gold as there isn't much of any.
And on his grave these words will be wrote:
Here lies the heart of a lady .”
Tara Jane O'Neil offers up her ephemeral audio sketchbook, presenting improvisational pieces captured on the fly that feel remarkably full. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2021