Brian Peters - Georgie lyrics

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."