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!
You are 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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Saw herlips above the water,
Blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But alas! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
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