Clementine

CHORUS: I owe my darlin', I owe my darlin',

I owe my darlin' Clementine,
Three bent pennies and a nickel,
Oh my darlin' 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
With a f**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.

Oh the oak tree and the cypress

Never more together twine,
Since that creeping poison ivy
Laid its blight on Clementine.