voice ; Collected by Mary Celestia Parler; Transcribed by Neil Byer Mrs. Evelyn Skaggs Wayton, Ark. October 2, 1954 Reel 211, Item 3 Georgie (no local title) As I was crossing London's bridge One misty morning early, There I spied a pretty fair miss, A-lamenting for her Georgie. She said, "Go, saddle me my black, And bridle him most gaily, And I will ride this live-long night And plead for the life of Georgie." She rode, she rode till she came there, Was in the morning early, And on her bended knees she fell, Saying, "Spare me the life of Georgie." She pulled out a purse of gold, Said, "Lawyers, money plenty, Jes' fee yourselves and think on me, And plead for the life of Georgie." And Georgie's lawyer, he rose up, Said, "I've nothing at all against him, But his own confession he must die, O, Lord, have mercy on him." The judge looked down over his left shoulder, He looked both sad and sorry, Said, "My pretty fair miss, you've came too late, Georgie's to be hung tomorrow." Georgie was of a noble race, And loved a virtuous lady; Georgie was hung with a silken rope; 3uch ropes there are not many. Reel 211, Item 3 , con't. Georgie walked up and down the hall A-biddin' adieu to many, But when he came to his own true love, That grieved him worse than any. Georgie was buried in Holland state, And over him grew a willow, With a marble stone to his head and feet And his true love's arm for a pillow. ; Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation.