Текст песни Georgie - Martin Carthy
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
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