132.  CLEMENTINE
Melody--Darling Clementine

There she stood beside the bar rail,
Drinking pink gins for two bits,
And the stinking whiskey drinkers,
Stood in awe before her tits.

CHORUS: I own my darlin', I owe my darlin',
I owe my darlin' Clementine,
Three bent pennies and a nickle,
Oh my darlin' Clementine. 

Eyes of whiskey, lips of water,
As she vomits in my beer,
Greets the daylight at her window,
With a fucking warming leer.

Hung me guitar on the bar rail,
At the sweetness of the sign,
In one leap leapt out me trousers,
Plunged into the foaming brine.

She was bawdy, she was lusty,
She had no match in her bazoom,
As they sprang forth from her bodice,
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.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)