| Lyrics: | CLEMENTINE
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner,
forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
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
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her
foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
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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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Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak
and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he 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.
A remarkable ballad developed in San Francisco toward the end
of
the nineteeth century. It became a favorite college song during
the Reconstruction
period.
Additional verses (Boy Scouts and others)RG
In a churchyard, 'neath a
gravestone
Where the myrtle doth entwine.
There are posies, and some roses
Fertilized
by Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my
Clementine!
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine.
All you
Boy Scouts, take fair warning
From this dreadful tale of mine.
Artificial
respiration
Would have saved my Clementine.
Recorded by the Weavers
@love
@death
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