In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for mine. Lived a miner forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine, You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine. Light she was and like a feather, and her shoes were number nine. Herring boxes without topses,sandals were for Clementine Drove she 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. But alas, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine. |
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