Once I had such a purty little boy
As good a little boy as any
He could run five miles in one half an hour
To bring a letter for my Georgie

My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie

Once I lived out on shooter’s knoll
Oh and vassals I had many
I’d be giving the silver to every man
Who could fight for the life of my Georgie

My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie

My Georgie never stole no silver or gold
Never murdered or hurt anybody
Only stole sixteen of the queen’s white deer
For to feed his poor family

My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie
I’ve had six children now already
And the seventh lies in my belly
I’d be giving the silver to every man
Who could spare me the life of my Georgie

My Georgie’s gonna be all in some chains of gold
In chains that you don’t see many
With the broad bright sword hanging down by his side
And I’ll fight for the life of my Georgie