GEORGHA DA WASH

Richard Henry Little

All: Oh, Georgha da Wash, he gretta da man,

He makka no bluff, play no granda stan’

Hees pop geev him ax, say

Solo 1: “Leesten to me,

Go choppa weeth ax all theengs wot you see

Choppa down theesa house, go choppa da barn

Choppa down the pian. I no give a darn

But Georgha wan theeng, makka prom now to me

You no choppa down thata neece cherry tree.

All: Poppa go way and he come home to sup,

He looka da tree,--eet all choppa up.

And poppa so mad, he no talk—justa hees.

He say,

Solo 1: “Cussa dam, wotta Blackhan do these?”

All: Now Georgha da Wash no shedda da tear,

An’ say

Solo 2: “Notta know, too bad I no here

Maybe bird chop eet down, maybe beeg honeybee;”

All: Naw, Georgha da Wash, he jees say,

Solo 3: “Eeta me.”

All: Oh, Georgha da Wash, he fights da war

An’ makka da Breetish to feel gooda sore.

Da Breetish say,

Solo 4: “Georgha, you playa da game,

Keepa da rules for da war an’ no be ashame.

All summer time fight, een wintertime bes’

Ever’ bodie go home an’ takka good res’

Een winter da Hesh you musta no touch.

Now, Georgha, be good, lay offa da Dutch.”

All: But Georgha he wait till da river all froze—

The British get mad and makka da shout

An’ say,

Solo 4: “Georgha, who lay all those Hessien boya out?”

All: Now, Georgha da Wash mighta talk thees away,

Solo 5: “Mebbe drink mucha whisky an’ getta too gay,

An’ shoota themselves, you waitta, I see.”

All: Naw. Georgha da Wash he jess say,

Solo 3: “Eeta Me.”