Clementine

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Clementine  

Near a cavern, in the canyon,
In the shadow of the hill
It was there I kept a cathouse
With my oldest brother Bill.

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Though at first we didn't prosper,
Soon we started doing fine
When a girl came down from Gloucester
By the name of Clementine.

She was brazen, she was scrawny,
She had no gift of gab
But she had the kind of quim, boys,
That would reach right out and grab.

Then the nights were filled with music,
The days were filled with song
Our safe was stuffed with money,
Clementine was stuffed with dongs.

But one day there came a stranger,
This time she'd met her match
He had a rifled member,
She had a smooth-bore snatch.

Brother Bill was first to notice,
He shouted to her, "Turn!
But before those words were spoken,
She was spilt from stem to stern.

We tore that dude to pieces,
He was dead within the hour
And we left his cursed member
For the coyotes to devour.

Every day down by the graveyard
When they toll the mission bell
We all lay a wreath of roses
'round the quim we loved so well.


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