Here Comes Christmas Music I walked out over London Bridge One misty morning early There I spied a fair pretty maid Was lamenting for her Geordie Oh my Geordie never stole nor cow nor calf He never hurted any Stole sixteen of the king's royalty I sung them in bohemian Go bridle me my milk white steed And bridle me my pony I will ride to London's court To plead for the life of Geordie Two pretty babies have I born Third lies in my body I'd freely part with them every one If you will not pardon Geordie Music Oh the judge looked over his left shoulder Said fair maid I'm sorry Said fair maid you must be gone For I cannot pardon Geordie Oh my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain It's not the chain of many Stole sixteen of the king's royalty I sung them in bohemian Music Applause