Clementine

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  • Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,

Excavating for a mine,

Dwelt a miner, forty-nine

And his daughter, Clementine.

Chours:

Oh my darling, oh my darling,

Oh my darling Clementine,

Thou art lost and gone forever,

Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy,

And her shoes were number nine,

Herring boxes without topses,

Sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water,

Ev’ry morning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter,

Fell into the foaming brine.

Saw her lips above the water,

Blowing bubbles soft and fine,

But alas!  I was no swimmer,

So I lost my Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,

Robed in garments soaked in brine,

Though in life I used to hug her,

Now she’s dead I draw the line.