| As I walked over london bridge
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| One misty morning early
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| I heard some fairy young maiden say
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| Lord spare me the life of Georgie
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| Go settle me up my milk white steed
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| And bridle him so gayly
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| Then ride away to the king’s high court
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| And plead for the life of Georgie"
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| So she rode all day and she rode all night
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| Til she was running weary
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| Then calming back her long yowl hair
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| She plead for the life of georgie
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| Then georgie roared up and he plead for himself
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| He says I never murdered any
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| But he stole sixteen of the king’s best steeds
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| And sold them in romany
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| Then the oldest law urged the bar
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| Says «George I’m sorry for you
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| But your own confession condemns you to die
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| May the lord have mercy upon you
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| If I was over on yonder hill
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| Where kisses I’ve had a plenty
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| With my sword and my pistol by my side
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| I’d fight for the life of Georgie
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| As Georgie was walking through the streets
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| He bid farewell to many
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| Then he bid farewell to his own true love
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| Which grieved him worse then any
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| Georgie was hanged with a golden cord
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| Just like you’ve never seen many
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| For he was a member of the royal race
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| And loved by a virtuous lady |