Old Joe Clark, he had a mule
Her name was Molly Brown
Every teeth down in this mule
Was six inches long
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I'm bound
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye, Betsy Brown
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I'm bound
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye, Betsy Brown
Old Joe Clark, he'd had a son
He preaches all over the plain
All he ever preach and talked
Was about the game
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I'm bound
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye, Betsy Brown
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Fare thee well, I'm bound
Fare thee well, Old Joe Clark
Goodbye, Betsy Brown