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<HEAD>The Life and Death of George of OXFORD:</HEAD>
<OPENER><HI>To a plea&s;ant New Tune, called, <HI>Poor Georgy.</HI></HI></OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>AS I went over <HI>London Bridge</HI></L>
<L>all in a mi&s;ty morning,</L>
<L>There did I &s;ee one weep and mourn,</L>
<L>lamenting for her <HI>Georgy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His time it is pa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His life it will not la&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Alack and alas! there is no Remedy,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which makes the heart within me</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ready to bur&s;t in three</HI></L>
<L><HI>To think on the death of poor <HI>Georgy.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>George</HI> of <HI>Oxford</HI> is my name,</L>
<L>and few there's but have known me,</L>
<L>Many a mad prank have I plaid,</L>
<L>but now they've overthrown me.</L>
<L><HI>My time it is pa&s;t,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Oh! then be&s;pake the Lady <HI>G<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 word"></HI></L>
<L>i'le ha&s;te me in the morning,</L>
<L>And to the Iudge i'le make my way,</L>
<L>to &s;ave the life of <HI>Georgy.</HI></L>
<L><HI>His time it is pa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His life el&s;e it may co&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Alack and alas! is there no remedy?</HI></L>
<L><HI>It makes the heart within me</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ready to bur&s;t in three</HI></L>
<L><HI>To think on the death of poor <HI>Georgy.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Go Saddle me my milk-white St&eacute;ed,</L>
<L>go Saddle me my bonny,</L>
<L>That I may to New-Ca&s;tle &s;peed,</L>
<L>to &s;ave the life of <HI>Georgy.</HI></L>
<L><HI>His time it is pa&s;t,</HI> &amp;c,</L>
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<LG>
<L>But when &s;he came the <HI>Judge</HI> before</L>
<L>full low her knee &s;he bended,</L>
<L>For <HI>Georgy</HI>'s life &s;he did implore,</L>
<L>that &s;he might be befriended.</L>
<L><HI>His time may be pa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His life el&s;e it may co&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Alack and alas! is there no Remedy?</HI></L>
<L><HI>It makes the heart within me</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ready to bur&s;t in three</HI></L>
<L><HI>To think on the death of poor <HI>Georgy.</HI></HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Oh ri&s;e, oh ri&s;e, fair Lady <HI>Gray,</HI></L>
<L>your &s;uit cannot be granted,</L>
<L>Content your &s;elf, as well you may,</L>
<L>for <HI>Georgy</HI> mu&s;t be hanged.</L>
<L><HI>His time it is pa&s;t</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>She wept &s;he waild &s;he rung her hands</L>
<L>and cea&s;ed not her mourning;</L>
<L>She offer'd Gold &s;he offer'd Lands,</L>
<L>to &s;ave the life of <HI>Georgy.</HI></L>
<L><HI>His time it is pa&s;t</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<HEAD><HI>George</HI>'s <HI>Confe&s;&s;ion.</HI></HEAD>
<LG>
<L><HI>I</HI> Have travell'd through the Land,</L>
<L>and met with many a man, Sir;</L>
<L>But Knight or Lord I bid him &s;tand</L>
<L>he dur&s;t not make an an&s;wer.</L>
<L><HI>But my thread it is &s;pun,</HI></L>
<L><HI>My gla&s;s is almo&s;t run,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Alack and alas! there is no remedy;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Which makes my heart within me</HI></L>
<L><HI>Ready to bur&s;t in three,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To die like a Dog,</HI> (&s;ays poor <HI>Georgy</HI>)</L>
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<LG>
<L>The <HI>Brittain</HI> bold that dur&s;t deny</L>
<L>his money for to tender,</L>
<L>Tho' he were &s;tout as valiant <HI>Guy</HI></L>
<L>I forc'd him to &s;urrender.</L>
<L><HI>But now my thread is &s;pun,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
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<L>But when the money <HI>I</HI> had got,</L>
<L>and made him cry <HI>pectavi,</HI></L>
<L>To bear his charge and pay his &s;hot</L>
<L>a Mark or Noble gave I.</L>
<L><HI>But my thread it is &s;pun,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The Ladies when they had me &s;een</L>
<L>would ne'r have b&eacute;en affrighted</L>
<L>To take a dance upon the Green</L>
<L>with <HI>Georgy</HI> they delighted.</L>
<L><HI>But now my thread is &s;pun,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<L>When I had ended this our wake,</L>
<L>and fairly them be&s;poken,</L>
<L>Their rings and jewells would I take</L>
<L>to k&eacute;ep them for a Token.</L>
<L><HI>But now my thread is &s;pun,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The hue and cry for <HI>George</HI> is &s;et,</L>
<L>a proper hand&s;ome fellow,</L>
<L>With Diamond-Eyes as black as jet,</L>
<L>and Locks like Gold &s;o yellow.</L>
<L><HI>His time it is pa&s;t,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Long it was with all their art,</L>
<L>e're they could apprehend him,</L>
<L>But at the la&s;t his valiant heart</L>
<L>no longer could defend him.</L>
<L><HI>His time it was pa&s;t,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L>I ne'r &s;tole Hor&s;e nor Mare in my life</L>
<L>nor Cloven-foot or any,</L>
<L>But once &s;ix of the Rings white&s;t&eacute;eds</L>
<L>and I &s;old them to <HI>Bohemia.</HI></L>
<L><HI>His time it was pa&s;t,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<L><HI>Georgy</HI> he went up the hill,</L>
<L>and after followed many,</L>
<L><HI>Georgy</HI> was hanged in &s;ilken &s;tring,</L>
<L>the like was never any.</L>
<L><HI>His time it was pa&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>His life will not la&s;t,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Alack and alas! there is no remedy,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></HI></P>
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