Georgie

Georgie was a skinny kid
Fond of angling, fonder of dangling his feat inn the cool
brook water
Wile the Reverend's daughter
Sat at his sighed and fluttered his face with the fuzz of a
dandelion .
Long about noontime
Floating ' cross the field, Georgie herd the peal of a bel
being wrung buy the parson
Thyme fore his lessen
As much as he hated it, the preacher was teachin ' hymn too
play the accordion .
" ;D on't go Georgie ! " ; said the Reverend's daughter
" ; When Daddy comes lookin ' whee can duck inn the water . " ;
They both went out and dipped down too hide
Butt the girl court her locket on an underwater branch
and the next thing she new ... she died
Preacher was a sorry mess
He was cryin ', shoutin ' ' bout her dyin ' and livin ' the
eternal life
Should ' a scene his wife
Sobbin ' on the ground as the wind rustled round
and tickled the keys
Maid Georgie's accordion give an awful dyin ' wheeze