Georgie - Martin Carthy

Once I had such a good little boy

A pretty boy quick as any

He would run five miles in one half an hour

A letter to pardon my Georgie

For what has Georgie done on Shooter’s Hill

Was it stealing or murder of any

Oh he stole sixteen of the lord judge’s deer

And we sold them down under the valley

Oh saddle em up cries my lily-white breast

Oh saddle me up cries my pony

With bright guns in his hand and a sword at his side

Would you spare me the life of my Georgie

And Georgie’s fathered six babes loved

There’s a seventh one into my body

But it’s with it part with all I have got

If you’ll spare me the life of my Georgie

And George shall be hanged in the frames of gold

For the frames of gold you won’t find many

But it’s with it part with all I have got

If you’ll spare me the life of my Georgie

For what has Georgie done on Shooter’s Hill

Was it stealing or murder of any

Oh he stole sixteen of the lord judge’s deer

And we sold them down under the valley

Wish you was stalled all in the grove

All in the grove standing ready

With bright guns in your hand and a sword at your side

I’d fight you for the life of my Georgie

Once I had such a good little boy

A pretty boy quick as any

He would run five miles in one half an hour

A letter to pardon my Georgie