Here on these cliffs of Dover 
So high you can't see over 
And while your head is spinning 
Hold tight, it's just beginning 

 [bad word] from parents wanton 
childhood rough and rotten 
 [bad word] from wealth and beauty 
Untouched by work or duty 

And oh, my love, my love 
And oh, my love, my love 
We both go down together 

I found you, a tattooed tramp 
dirty daugher from the labour cans 
I laid you down on the grass of a clearing 
You wept but your soul was willing 

And oh, my love, my love 
And oh, my love, my love 
We both go down together 

And my parents will never consent to this love 
But I hold your hand 

Meet me on my vast veranda 
My sweet, untouched Miranda 
And while the seagulls are crying 
We fall but our souls are flying 

And oh, my love, my love 
And oh, my love, my love 
And oh, my love, oh my love 
And oh, my love, my love 
We both go down together