As I went over London’s bridge

voiceCollected by Irene Carlisle Transcribed by Nathaniel Lucy Sung by Georgia Dunaway Fayetteville, Arkansas April 10, 1951 Reel 116, Item 1 Georgie Irene Carlisle: Mrs. Georgia Dunaway singing “Georgie”. She learned this from a woman who stayed with the family when she was a little girl in Hazel Valley. As I went over London’s bridge Twas early in the morning There I spied a pretty young maid Pleading for the life of Georgie Go saddle up my milk’s white steeds And bridle them so gaily That I may ride to the king-castle town And plead for the life of Georgie She rode all day and she rode all night Til she was weak and weary While throwing back her fine young hair She pleads for the life of Georgie She pulled from a pocket a purse of gold Sating “Here’s money aplenty Lawyers, lawyers fee yourselves And spare me the life of Georgie” George stepped up then unto the lawyer Sayin “I have not murdered any But I stole sixteen of the king’s white steeds And sold them in - - -“ Upstepped the lawyer then to George Saying “George I’m sorry for you For your own confession has condemned you to die May the Lord have mercy upon you” For your own confession has condemned you to die May the Lord have mercy upon you George was walking up and down the streets Abiding adieu to manyAbiding adieu to his own dear girl Which grieved him the most of any You shall be hung with a golden cord For such, there is not many Because he came from a royal race And courted a handsome lady I wish I were over on yon hillside Where kisses are aplenty With a sword and pistol by my side I would fight for the life of GeorgieFunding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation