My Darling Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine;

Dwelt a miner, forty-niner and his daughter, Clementine.

Chorus:

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clementine;

You are 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 the ducklings to the water, every morning just at nine;

Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine;

Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine;

Alas for me I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.

How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine.

So I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

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