One Saturday when I was in college, my roommate Gail Jennings and I took the bus from Berkeley to San Francisco and then walked across the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. The wind was howling away and we were having a great time. We sang this song, particularly getting into the verse that goes:
Clementine, can't you tell from the howls of me
This love of mine comes to you from the bowels of me.