In Atlanta, in Atlanta

 As the sun did fiercely shine

 Was a man amid [bad word] 
 And his daughter - Clementine
 [bad word] 

 Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling,

 Oh my Darling Clementine.

 Thou art lost and gone forever,

 Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

 Light she was and like a fairy,

 And her years were only nine

 But a pistol, hands so little

 Wore no match for Clementine

 Drew she walkers, to the alley

 On one foggy evening fine

 Hit her foot against a tire

 To the herd she fell behind
 [bad word] lips above the pavement

 Crying out that name of mine

 But alas, I could not reach her

 So I lost my Clementine

 

 How I missed her! How I missed her!

 How I missed my Clementine,

 Till I clutched her bloodied blue cap

 And loved more my Clementine.
 

 And the man found he’d been bitten

 Soon began to peak and pine,

 Thought he ought to join his daughter,

 Now he’s with his Clementine.

 
 In a churchyard near Atlanta,

 Where the orange trees entwine,

 There grow roses and the posies,

 Always loved by Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,

 Blood-soaked garments, red as wine

 Then she rises from the ashes

 And I kiss my Clementine.