Martin Carthy - Georgie lyrics

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