Georgie - Doc Watson

As I walked over london bridge

One misty morning early

I heard some fairy young maiden say

Lord spare me the life of Georgie

Go settle me up my milk white steed

And bridle him so gayly

Then ride away to the king’s high court

And plead for the life of Georgie"

So she rode all day and she rode all night

Til she was running weary

Then calming back her long yowl hair

She plead for the life of georgie

Then georgie roared up and he plead for himself

He says I never murdered any

But he stole sixteen of the king’s best steeds

And sold them in romany

Then the oldest law urged the bar

Says «George I’m sorry for you

But your own confession condemns you to die

May the lord have mercy upon you

If I was over on yonder hill

Where kisses I’ve had a plenty

With my sword and my pistol by my side

I’d fight for the life of Georgie

As Georgie was walking through the streets

He bid farewell to many

Then he bid farewell to his own true love

Which grieved him worse then any

Georgie was hanged with a golden cord

Just like you’ve never seen many

For he was a member of the royal race

And loved by a virtuous lady