The Life and Death of George of OXFORD:  
To a pleasant New Tune, called, Poor Georgy.  
 
 

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 played,  
but now they've overthrown me.  
My time it is past, etc.   

Oh! then bespoke the Lady G 〈◊〉  
I'll haste me in the morning,  
And to the judge i'll 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 Steed,  
go Saddle me my bonny,  
That I may to Newcastle 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 Grace,  
your suit cannot be granted,  
Content yourself, as well you may,  
for Georgy must be hanged.  
His time it is past etc.   

She wept she wailed she rung her hands  
and ceased not her mourning;  
She offered Gold she offered Lands,  
to save the life of Georgy.  
His time it is past etc.    

George's Confession.  

I Have travelled through the Land,  
and met with many a man, Sir;  
But Knight or Lord I bid him stand  
he durst not make an answer.  
But my thread it is spun,  
My glass is almost run,  
Alack and alas! there is no remedy;  
Which makes my heart within me  
Ready to burst in three,  
To die like a Dog, (says poor Georgy)   

The Britain bold that durst deny  
his money for to tender,  
Tho' he were stout as valiant Guy  
I forced him to surrender.  
But now my thread is spun, etc.   

But when the money I had got,  
and made him cry pectavi,  
To bear his charge and pay his shot  
a Mark or Noble gave I.  
But my thread it is spun, etc.   

The Ladies when they had me seen  
would ne'er have been affrighted  
To take a dance upon the Green  
with Georgy they delighted.  
But now my thread is spun, etc.   

When I had ended this our wake,  
and fairly them bespoken,  
Their rings and jewels would I take  
to keep them for a Token.  
But now my thread is spun, etc.   

The hue and cry for George is set,  
a proper handsome fellow,  
With Diamond-Eyes as black as jet,  
and Locks like Gold so yellow.  
His time it is past, etc.   

Long it was with all their art,  
ere they could apprehend him,  
But at the last his valiant heart  
no longer could defend him.  
His time it was past, etc.   

I ne'er stole Horse nor Mare in my life  
nor Cloven-foot or any,  
But once six of the Rings whitestéeds  
and I sold them to Bohemia.  
His time it was past, etc.   

Georgy he went up the hill,  
and after followed many,  
Georgy was hanged in silken string,  
the like was never any.  
His time it was past,  
His life will not last,  
Alack and alas! there is no remedy, etc.    

Printed for P. Brooksby in West-smithfield.