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 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
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Drove she ducklings to the water Evr’y 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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In a corner of the Churchyard Where the myrtle boughs entwine Grow the roses in their poses Fertilised by Clementine
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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 Chorus
