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 noon time, 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 waited 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've 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