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