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
 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