I owe my darling, I owe my darling,
I owe my darling Clementine,
Three bent pennies and a nickel
Oh my darling Clementine
There she stood beside the bar rail,
Drinking pink gins for two bits,
And the swollen whiskey barrels,
Stood in awe beside her tits.
Eyes of whiskey, lips of water,
As she sodden at me peer,
Dawns the daylight in her temple,
Wiht a fucking king-warming leer.
Hung me guitar on the bar rail,
At the sweetness of the sign,
In one leap lept out me trousers,
Plunged into the foaming brine
She was bawdy, she was busty,
She could match the great Buzoom,
As she strained out of her bloomers,
Like a melon tree in bloom.
On the oak tree and the cypress,
Never more together twine,
Since that creeping poison ivy
Laid its blight on Clementine.