Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
dwelt a miner, forty-niner
and his daughter Clementine.

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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone for ever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine!

Light she was and like a fairy
and her shoes were number nine,
herring boxes, without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.

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Drove she ducklings, to the water,
ev'ry morning, just at nine,
hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.

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Saw her lips above the water,
blowing bubbles mighty fine,
but alas, I was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clementine.

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There’s a church yard on the hillside,
where the flowers grow and twine,
there grow roses, ‘mongst the posies,
fertilized by Clementine.

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Then the miner, fortyniner,
soon began to peak and pine,
thought he ought to join his daughter,
now he's with his Clementine.

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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.

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How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine!
But I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine!