Chris Foster - Georgie

As I crossed over London Bridge
It was on one morning early
There I beheld a fair woman
Lamenting for her Georgie.

“Go fetch to me some little boy
That can go on an errand quickly
That can run ten miles in an hour
With a letter for a lady.”

“And saddle to me my milk white steed
Bridle him so rarely
That I may go to Newcastle Gaol
To plead for the life of Georgie.”

And when she came to Newcastle Gaol
She bowed her head so lowly
And down on her bended knees she fall
Saying “Spare me the life of Georgie.”

“Oh, it's no murder George have done
Nor have he killed any
But he took twelve of the King's fat deer
And sold them in the army.”

The judge looked over his right shoulder
And seeming very sorry
He said, “I'm afraid you have come too late
He is condemned already.”

“And six babies I have with me
And I love them so dearly
And I would part with them every one
If you will spare me the life of Georgie.”

The judge looked over his left shoulder
And seeming very hard hearted
He said, “I'm afraid you have come too late
Because there is no pardon granted.”

“Well, let George hang in a chain of gold
Which a few there are, not many
Because he came from a noble line
And he was loved by a virtuous lady.”