in a cavern in a canyon
excavating for a mine
dwelt a miner, 49er
and his daughter Clementine.
light she was and like a feather
and her shoes were number 9
herring boxes without topses
sandals were for Clementine.
o my darling, o my darling
o my darling Clementine
thou art lost and gone forever
dreadful sorry Clementine.
drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine
hit her foot against a splinter
fell into the foaming bline
ruby lips above the water
blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas i was no swimmer
so i lost my Clementine
o my darlin, o my darlin Clementine
thou art lost and gone forever
dreadful sorry Clementine
in a church yard
near the canyon
where the myrtle doth entwine
there grow roses and the posies
therein lies my Clementine
in my dreams they still follow me
roaming garments soaked in brine
and she rises from the water
and i kiss my Clementme.
o my darlin, o my darlin
o my darling Clementine
thou art lost and gone forever
dreadful sorry Clementine.
o in life you were my darling
now you're gone dear Clementine.

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