Georgie

(album: Home Again! - 1966)

As I walked over London Bridge
One misty morning early
I heard some fair young maiden say
"Lord, spare me the life of Georgie"
Go saddle me up my milk white steed
And bridle him so gaily
Then I'll ride away to the King's High Court
And plead for the life of Georgie

She rode all day and she rode all night
'Til she was wet and weary
Then combing back her long, yellow hair
She pled for the life of Georgie
She pulled out a purse all filled with gold
Just like you've never seen many
And she said, "Young lawyers, fee yourselves
And plead for the life of Georgie"

But Georgie rode up and he pled for himself
He says, "I never murdered any
But I stole sixteen of the king's best steeds
And I sold them in Romany
Then the oldest lawyer at the bar says
"George, I'm sorry for you
But your own confession condemns you to die
May the Lord have mercy upon you"

As Georgie was a-walking through the streets
He bid farewell to many
Then he bid farewell to his own true love
Which grieved him worse than any
If I was over on yonder hill
Where kisses I've had a-plenty
With my sword and and my pistol by my side
I'd fight for the life of Georgie
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