Georgie

Georgie was a skinny kid
 Fond of angling, fonder of dangling his feet in the cool Brook water
 While the Reverend's daughter
 Sat at his side and fluttered his face with the fuzz of a dandelion
 Long about noontime
 Floating 'cross the field, Georgie heard the peal of a bell being rung by the parson
 Time for his lesson
 As much as he hated it, the preacher was teachin' him to play the accordion
 "Don't go Georgie," said the Reverend's daughter
 "When Daddy comes lookin' we can duck in the water"
 They both went out and dipped down to hide
 But the girl caught her locket on an underwater branch
 And the next thing she knew
 She died
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 Preacher was a sorry mess
 He was cryin', shoutin' 'bout her dyin' and livin' the eternal life
 Should'a seen his wife
 Sobbin' on the ground as the wind rustled round
 And tickled the keys
 Made Georgie's accordion give an awful dyin' wheeze