Cat. #1389 (MFH #238) - As sung by Joan O'Bryant, Wichita, Kansas on
VERSE 1
As I was crossin' London's bridge
One misty mornin' early
There, I spied a pretty fair Miss
A lamenting for her Georgie
VERSE 2
She said, go saddle me my black
An' bridle him most gaily
And I will ride this live long night
An' pleed for th life of Georgie
VERSE 3
She rode, she rode, till she came there
Was in th mornin' early
And on her bended knee, she fell
Saying, spare me th life of Georgie
VERSE 4
She pulled out a purse of gold
Said, lawyers, money plenty
Just, fee yourselves an' think on me
And pleed for th life of Georgie
VERSE 5
Georgie's lawyer, he rose up
Said, I've nothin' at all against him
By his own confession, he must die
O, th Lord, have mercy on him
VERSE 6
Th Judge, looked over his left shoulder
He looked both sad and sorry
Said, my pretty fair Miss, you've come too late
Georgie's t' be hung tomorrow
VERSE 7
Georgie walked up an' down th hall
A bidding adieu to many
But when he come to his own true love
That grieved him worse than any
VERSE 8
Georgie was hung with silken rope
Such ropes there were not many
Georgie was of a noble race
And was loved by virtous lady
VERSE 9
Georgie was buried in Holland State
And over him grew a willow
With a marble stone to his head an' feet
An' his true loves arm for a pillow