Essential专辑其他歌词
Martin Carthy其他专辑
演唱者:Martin Carthy
Georgie文本歌词
作曲 : Carthy Martin
Once I had such a good little boyA pretty boy quick as anyHe would run five miles in one half an hourA letter to pardon my GeorgieFor what has Georgie done on Shooter's HillWas it stealing or murder of anyOh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deerAnd we sold them down under the valleyOh saddle em up cries my lily-white breastOh saddle me up cries my ponyWith bright guns in his hand and a sword at his sideWould you spare me the life of my GeorgieAnd Georgie's fathered six babes lovedThere's a seventh one into my bodyBut it's with it part with all I have gotIf you'll spare me the life of my GeorgieAnd George shall be hanged in the frames of goldFor the frames of gold you won't find manyBut it's with it part with all I have gotIf you'll spare me the life of my GeorgieFor what has Georgie done on Shooter's HillWas it stealing or murder of anyOh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deerAnd we sold them down under the valleyWish you was stalled all in the groveAll in the grove standing readyWith bright guns in your hand and a sword at your sideI'd fight you for the life of my GeorgieOnce I had such a good little boyA pretty boy quick as anyHe would run five miles in one half an hourA letter to pardon my Georgie
GeorgieLRC歌词
作曲 : Carthy Martin
Once I had such a good little boyA pretty boy quick as anyHe would run five miles in one half an hourA letter to pardon my GeorgieFor what has Georgie done on Shooter's HillWas it stealing or murder of anyOh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deerAnd we sold them down under the valleyOh saddle em up cries my lily-white breastOh saddle me up cries my ponyWith bright guns in his hand and a sword at his sideWould you spare me the life of my GeorgieAnd Georgie's fathered six babes lovedThere's a seventh one into my bodyBut it's with it part with all I have gotIf you'll spare me the life of my GeorgieAnd George shall be hanged in the frames of goldFor the frames of gold you won't find manyBut it's with it part with all I have gotIf you'll spare me the life of my GeorgieFor what has Georgie done on Shooter's HillWas it stealing or murder of anyOh he stole sixteen of the lord judge's deerAnd we sold them down under the valleyWish you was stalled all in the groveAll in the grove standing readyWith bright guns in your hand and a sword at your sideI'd fight you for the life of my GeorgieOnce I had such a good little boyA pretty boy quick as anyHe would run five miles in one half an hourA letter to pardon my Georgie