Geordie, or My Geordie Will Be Hanged In A Golden Chain

Originale	Þýtt hefur / Traduzione islandese / Icelandic translation / T...
GEORDIE, OR MY GEORDIE WILL BE HANGED IN A GOLDEN CHAIN	Geordie
As I walked out over London Bridge	Var ég að ganga yfir Lundúnabrú
one misty morning early,	Einn þokukenndan morgun snemma,
I overheard a fair pretty maid,	Heyrði ég fallega stelpu,
was lamenting for her Geordie.	Hún grét eftir Geordie sínum.
Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,	Verður Geordie minn hengdur í gullna kedju,
'tis not the chain of many.	Þetta er ekki keðja margra.
He was born of king's royal breed	Fæddist hann af konungsætt,
and lost to a virtuous lady.	Dyggð aðalskona ól hann upp.
Go bridle me my milk white steed,	Beislaðu mér mjólkurhvítan hest,
go bridle me my pony,	Beislaðu mér folald,
I will ride to London's court	Nú fer ég til Lundúna dómstóls
to plead for the life of Geordie.	Að biðja fyrir lífi hans Geordie.
Ah my Geordie never stole nor cow, nor calf,	Geordie minn stal aldrei kú eða kálf,
he never hurted any,	Hann meiddi aldrei neinn,
stole sixteen of the king's royal deer,	Stal sextán af konungshjörtunum
and he sold them in Bohenny.	Og seldi þá í Bohenny.
Two pretty babies have I born,	Tvö yndisleg börn fæddi ég,
the third lies in my body,	Í kviði hefi ég annað,
I'd freely part with them every one	Gæfi ég frjálslega gefa þau öll burt
if you'd spare the life of Geordie.	Ef þú vildir spara Geordie.
The judge looked over his left shoulder,	Dómarinn leit um vinstri öxl,
he said: Fair maid, I am sorry,	Sagði, Fallega minn, fyrirgefðu,
he said: Fair maid, you must be gone	Sagði, Fallega minn, farðu nú,
for I cannot pardon Geordie.	Ég get ekki náðað Geordie.
Ah my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,	Verður Geordie minn hengdur í gullna kedju,
'tis not the chain of many,	Þetta er ekki keðja margra,
stole sixteen of the king's royal deer,	Stal sextán af konungshjörtunum
and he sold them in Bohenny.	Og seldi þá í Bohenny.