| 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 peel 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. 
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. 
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