The life and death of George of Oxford: to a pleasant new tune, called, Poor Georgy.
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The Life and Death of George of OXFORD:

To a pleasant New Tune, called, Poor Georgy.

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AS I went over London Bridge
all in a misty morning,
There did I see one weep and mourn,
lamenting for her Georgy,
His time it is past,
His life it will not last,
Alack and alas! there is no Remedy,
Which makes the heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To think on the death of poor Georgy.
George of Oxford is my name,
and few there's but have known me,
Many a mad prank have I plaid,
but now they've overthrown me.
My time it is past, &c.
Oh! then bespake the Lady G〈◊〉
i'le haste me in the morning,
And to the Iudge i'le make my way,
to save the life of Georgy.
His time it is past,
His life else it may cost,
Alack and alas! is there no remedy?
It makes the heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To think on the death of poor Georgy.
Go Saddle me my milk-white Stéed,
go Saddle me my bonny,
That I may to New-Castle speed,
to save the life of Georgy.
His time it is past, &c,
But when she came the Judge before
full low her knee she bended,
For Georgy's life she did implore,
that she might be befriended.
His time may be past,
His life else it may cost,
Alack and alas! is there no Remedy?
It makes the heart within me
Ready to burst in three
To think on the death of poor Georgy.
Oh rise, oh rise, fair Lady Gray,
your suit cannot be granted,
Content your self, as well you may,
for Georgy must be hanged.
His time it is past &c.
She wept she waild she rung her hands
and ceased not her mourning;
She offer'd Gold she offer'd Lands,
to save the life of Georgy.
His time it is past &c.