You stalked along the old canal And you wiped the salt out from your eye And you said Suzanne, we'll have this child I've done no gambling in my life She began to count her debts and weep As her fingers pulled down at her ring Looking down into the clearest deep Where the piers recede into the sea And she said oh lord, I don't think you understand You may have four years on me But you'll never be a man She then disappeared from you Til the wedding in closest June When the air hangs like a gavel stuck Suspended just before it's struck You bought a Colt New Marine Like a true dramatic fool Tucked inside your jacket's seam As you shook the hand of the groom And you said oh lord, What a pleasure this has been I once knew your bride-to-be Long ago in sin