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Once I had such a good little boy |
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A pretty boy quick as any |
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He would run five miles in one half an hour |
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A letter to pardon my Georgie |
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For what has Georgie done on Shooter's Hill |
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Was it stealing or murder of any |
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Oh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deer |
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And we sold them down under the valley |
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Oh saddle em up cries my lily-white breast |
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Oh saddle me up cries my pony |
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With bright guns in his hand and a sword at his side |
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Would you spare me the life of my Georgie |
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And Georgie's fathered six babes loved |
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There's a seventh one into my body |
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But it's with it part with all I have got |
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If you'll spare me the life of my Georgie |
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And George shall be hanged in the frames of gold |
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For the frames of gold you won't find many |
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But it's with it part with all I have got |
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If you'll spare me the life of my Georgie |
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For what has Georgie done on Shooter's Hill |
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Was it stealing or murder of any |
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Oh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deer |
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And we sold them down under the valley |
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Wish you was stalled all in the grove |
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All in the grove standing ready |
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With bright guns in your hand and a sword at your side |
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I'd fight you for the life of my Georgie |
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Once I had such a good little boy |
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A pretty boy quick as any |
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He would run five miles in one half an hour |
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A letter to pardon my Georgie |
