Georgie Lyrics

Brian Peters Georgie

As I walked over London Bridge
On a Midsummer's morning early
I spied a maid, and a fair young maid
Lamenting for her Georgie

"Come saddle to me my milk-white steed
Come and bridle her all ready
That I may ride to fair London town
And beg for the life of my Georgie

"For my Georgie never stole no cow nor calf
He never murdered any
But he stole sixteen of the king's fat deer
And he sold ‘em all under the valley

"It's six pretty babes have I borne by him
The seventh lies in my body
Freely would I part with them every one
If you will spare me the life of my Georgie."

But the judge he looked over his left shoulder
And he seemed so very hard-hearted
"My pretty fair maid, you are come too late
For he has been condemned already."

"How I wish I was on yonder hill
Where ofttimes have I been many!
Give me a broad sword and a pistol too
And I would fight for the life of my Georgie

"Now my Georgie he will hang in a chain of gold
Such a chain as ne'er hung many
And on his grave, these words shall say:
Here lies the heart of a lady."