Georgie Chords by Doc Watson

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_ _ _ As I walked over London Bridge one misty morning [F#m] early, [Bm] I heard some [A] fair young maiden [F#m] say,
Lord, spare me the [Bm] life of Georgie. _ _
Go settle me up my milk [E]-white steed [Bm] and bridle him so [F#m] gaily,
[Bm] Then I'll ride away to [A] the King's High Court [F#m] and plead for the life [Bm] of Georgie.
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[Bm] _ _ _ She rode all day and she rode all night till she was wet and [F#m] weary,
[Bm] Then combing [F#m] back her long yellow hair she plead for the life of [Bm] Georgie. _ _
She pulled out a purse all filled [E] with gold [Bm] just like you've never seen [F#m] many,
[Bm] And she said, young [A] lawyers, fee yourselves and [F#m] plead for the life of [Bm] Georgie.
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[Bm] _ _ _ But Georgie rode up and he pled for himself, he says, and never murdered [F#m] any,
[Bm] But he stole [A] sixteen of the King's best [F#m] steeds and he sold them in Romney.
_ Then the oldest lawyer at the bar [Bm] says, Georgie, I'm sorry [F#m] for you,
[Bm] But your own confession [F#m] condemns you to die, may the Lord have mercy upon you.
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ As Georgie was walking through [E] the [Bm] streets he bid farewell to [F#m] many,
[Bm] Then he bid farewell [A] to his own true love [F#m] which grieved him worse [Bm] than any. _ _
If I was over on yonder hill where kisses I've had a [F#m]-plenty,
[Bm] With my sword and my [F#m] pistol by my side I'd fight for the [Bm] life of Georgie.
Georgie was hanged with a golden cord just like you've never seen [F#m] many,
[Bm] For he was [F#m] a member of the royal race and loved by a virtuous lady. _ _ _
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