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