Georgie

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[Verse 1]
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As I walked over london bridge one 
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misty morning early
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I heard some fair young maiden say
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 Lord spare me the life of Georgie
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Go saddle me up my milk white 
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steed and bridle him so gayly
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Then I'll ride away to the king´s 
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high court and plead for the life 
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of Georgie"

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[Verse 2]
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She rode all day and she rode all 
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night 'til she was wet and weary
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Then combing back her long yellow 
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hair she plead for the life of 
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Georgie
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 She pulled out a purse all filled 
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with gold just like you've never 
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seen ma-ny
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then she said young lawyers fee 
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yourselves and plead for the life 
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of Geor-gie

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[Verse 3]
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Georgie rode up and he plead for 
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himself he says I never murdered 
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an-y,
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But I stole sixteen of the king´s 
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best steeds and I sold them in 
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romany
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Then the oldest lawyer at the bar 
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says "George I´m sorry for you,
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But your own confession condemns 
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you to die, may the Lord have mercy
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 upon  you

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[Verse 4]
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Georgie was a-walking through the 
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streets he bid farewell to ma-ny.
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Then he bid farewell to his own 
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true love which grieved him worse 
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than  any.
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If I was over on yonder hill, 
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where kisses I´ve had a plenty.
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With my sword and my pistol by my 
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side I´d fight for the life of 
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Georgie
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Georgie was hanged with a golden 
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cord just like you´ve never seen 
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many.
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For he was a member of the royal 
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race, and loved by a virtuous lady