My Bonnie (Variation)

My Bonnie's complexion was makeup
her face, it was beauteous to see
Until she got caught in a rainstorm
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

Bring back, bring back



Oh bring back my bonnie to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
Oh bring back my bonnie to me

My Bonnie leaned over the gas tank
the height of its contents to see
I lighted a match to assist her
Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me

My Bonnie has tuberculosis

my Bonnie has only one lung
My Bonnie can cough up raw oysters
and roll them around on her tongue

My mother's an apple pie maker
my father he fiddles for tin
My sister scrubs floors for a living
Oh boy, how the money rolls in

Last night as I lay on my pillow

last night as I lay on my bed
I stuck my feet out the window
next morning my neighbors were dead