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Words written by Roy Threadgold in the 1970s. Tune and chorus from O My Darling Clementine.
In a village in North Essex, by the duck pond deep and blue Lived a ringer and choral singer and his daughter, shh ... you know who. Chorus: O my darling, O my darling, O my darling Clementine Thou art lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine
Every Sunday morning early up the belfry they would climb; Soon you’d hear those grotty tin-pots o’er the rooftops start to chime. Chorus
The master called for Stedman Doubles on a bright September morn. Clementine pulled on her sally “Treble’s going, treble’s gone.” Chorus
Everything was going nicely, when her rope began to writhe; Caught her doing double cats-ears, ‘stead of dodging in four-five. Chorus
Clementine, she struggled bravely, made a wild grab at the rope; As it went up to the backstroke, so it coiled around her throat. Chorus
Now to put it in a nutshell, and not to dwell upon the gore, They carried Clem. out of the belfry, and she never came no more. Chorus
Clementine still comes to haunt us – you might find her on the mat, ‘Cause for doing double cats-ears she is now a ghostly cat. Chorus
Every 15th of September, up the belfry goes that Puss, And on the six bells in that belfry she rings ... Cambridge Maximuss. Chorus
- The Ringing World, No 5780, 4 Feb 2022, pg 103.