Little Georgie Boy At the age of thirteen Met a fair, young Sally She was as sweet as a toffee And as polite as can be But Little Georgie Boy Thought he could do better So he left fair, young Sally And was once more free
Little Georgie Boy At the age of thirty three Met a small, brave Grace She was as graceful as a dove And as pretty as she was naΓ―ve But Little Georgie Boy Thought he could do better So he left small, brave Grace And was once more free
Little Georgie Boy At the age of fifty Met a tall, thin Liz She was as musical as a songbird And was welcoming, never bleak But Little Georgie Boy Thought he could do better So he left tall, thin Liz And was once more free
Little Georgie Boy At the age of eighty Met a dark, creepy Death She was as silent as shadow And as stubborn as a worker bee Little Georgie Boy Tried to outrun her But Death was a lover That would not let Little Georgie Boy be