Doc Watson – Georgie (Guitar)

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As I walked over london bridge one misty morning early

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I heard some fair young maiden say Lord spare me the life of Georgie

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Go saddle me up my milk white steed and bridle him so gayly

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Then I'll ride away to the king´s high court and plead for the life of Georgie"

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She rode all day and she rode all night 'til she was wet and weary

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Then combing back her long yellow hair she plead for the life of Georgie

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 She pulled out a purse all filled with gold just like you've never seen ma-ny

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then she said young lawyers fee yourselves and plead for the life of Geor-gie

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Georgie rode up and he plead for himself he says I never murdered an-y,

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But I stole sixteen of the king´s best steeds and I sold them in romany

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Then the oldest lawyer at the bar says "George I´m sorry for you,

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But your own confession condemns you to die, may the Lord have mercy upon  you

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Georgie was a-walking through the streets he bid farewell to ma-ny.

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Then he bid farewell to his own true love which grieved him worse than  any.

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If I was over on yonder hill, where kisses I´ve had a plenty.

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With my sword and my pistol by my side I´d fight for the life of Georgie

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Georgie was hanged with a golden cord just like you´ve never seen many.

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For he was a member of the royal race, and loved by a virtuous lady