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Geordie, or My Geordie Will Be Hanged In A Golden Chain

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Originale3. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF GEORGE OF OXFORD (1672/1696)
GEORDIE, OR MY GEORDIE WILL BE HANGED IN A GOLDEN CHAIN

As I walked out over London Bridge
one misty morning early,
I overheard a fair pretty maid,
was lamenting for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'tis not the chain of many.
He was born of king's royal breed
and lost to a virtuous lady.

Go bridle me my milk white steed,
go bridle me my pony,
I will ride to London's court
to plead for the life of Geordie.

Ah my Geordie never stole nor cow, nor calf,
he never hurted any,
stole sixteen of the king's royal deer,
and he sold them in Bohenny.

Two pretty babies have I born,
the third lies in my body,
I'd freely part with them every one
if you'd spare the life of Geordie.

The judge looked over his left shoulder,
he said: Fair maid, I am sorry,
he said: Fair maid, you must be gone
for I cannot pardon Geordie.

Ah my Geordie will be hanged in a golden chain,
'tis not the chain of many,
stole sixteen of the king's royal deer,
and he sold them in Bohenny.
GEORDIE, OR MY GEORDIE WILL BE HANGED IN A GOLDEN CHAIN

The Life and Death of
George of OXFORD

To a pleasant New Tune, called, Poor Georgy

A S I went over London Bridge
all in a misty morning,
There did I see one weep and mourn,
lamenting for her Georgy,
His time it is past,
His life it will not last,
Alack and alas! there is no Remedy,
Which makes the heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To think on the death of poor Georgy

George of Oxford is my name,
and few there's but have known me,
Many a mad prank have I plaid
but now they've overthrown me,
My time it is past, &c.

Oh! then bespake the Lady Gray,
i'le haste me in the morning;
And to the Judge i'le make my way,
to save the life of Georgy.
His time it is past,
His life else it may cost,
Alack and alas! is there no remedy?
It makes the heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To think on the death of poor Georgy.

Go Saddle me my milk-white Steed,
go Saddle me my bonny,
That I may to New-Castle speed,
to save the life of Georgy.
His time it is past, &c.

But when she came the Judge before
full low her knee she bended,
For Georgy' s life she did implore,
that she might be befriended.
His time may be past,
His life else it may cost,
Alack and alas! is there no Remedy?
It makes the heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To think on the death of poor Georgy

Oh rise, ah rise, fair Lady Gray,
your suit cannot be granted;
Content pour self, as well you may,
for Georgy must be hanged.
His time it is past, &c.

She wept she waild she rung her hands
and ceased not her mourning;
She offer'd Gold she offer'd Lands,
to save the life of Georgy.
His time it is past. &c.

George's Confession.

I Have travell'd through the Land,
and met with many a man, Sir;
But Knight or Lord I bid him stand
he durst not make an answer.
But my thread it is spun,
My glass is almost run,
Alack and alas! there is no remedy;
Which makes my heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To die like a Dog, (says poor Georgy)

The Brittain bold that durst deny
his mony for to tender,
Th'o he were stout as valiant Guy
I forc'd him to surrender.
But now my thread is spun, &c.

But when the mony I had got,
and made him cry peccavi,
To bear his charge and pay
his shot a Mark or Noble gave I.
But my thred it is spun, &c.

The Ladies when they had me seen
would ne'r have been affrighted
To take a dance upon the Green
with Georgy they delighted.
But now my thred it is spun, etc.

When I had ended this our wake
and fairly them bespoken,
Their rings and jewels would I take
to keep for a Token.
But now my thread is spun, &c.

The hue and cry for George is set,
a proper handsome fellow,
With Diamond-Eyes as black as jet,
and Locks like Gold so yellow.
His time is past, &c.

Long it was with all their art,
e're they could apprehend him,
But at the last his valiant heart
no longer could defend him.
His time it was past, etc.

I ne'r stole Horse nor Mare in my life
nor Cloven-foot or any,
But once six of the kings white steeds
and I sold them to Bohemia.
His time it was past, etc.

Georgy he went up the hill,
and after followed many,
Georgy was hanged in silken string,
the like was never any.
His time it was past,
His life will not last,
Alack and alas! there is no remedy, &c.



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