Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my owne deare love,
And God be with my Georgie.
When Georgie to his triall came,
A thousand hearts were sorry,
A thousand lasses wept full sore,
And all for love of Georgie.
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho my bonny love,
Heigh-ho, &c.
Some did say he would escape,
Some at his fall did glory: