Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon \r
Excavating for a mine\r
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner\r
And his daughter Clementine\r
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Light she was, and like a fairy\r
And her shoes were number nine\r
Herring boxes without topses\r
Sandals were for Clementine\r
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Chorus\r
Oh my darling, oh my darling\r
Oh my darling Clementine\r
You are lost and gone forever\r
Im so sorry, Clementine\r
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Walking lightly as a fairy\r
Though her shoes were number nine\r
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping\r
Lovely girl, my Clementine\r
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Drove the ducklings to the water\r
Every morning just at nine\r
Hit her foot against a splinter\r
Fell into the foaming brine\r
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Chorus\r
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Then the miner, forty-niner\r
Soon began to fret and pine\r
Thought he oughter join his daughter\r
So hes now with Clementine\r
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Im so lonely, lost without her\r
Wish Id had a fishing line\r
Which I might have cast about her\r
Might have saved my Clementine\r
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Chorus\r
Oh my darling, oh my darling\r
Oh my darling Clementine\r
You are lost and gone forever\r
Dreadful sorry, Clementine\r
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Listen fellers, heed the warning\r
Of this tragic tale of mine\r
Artificial respiration\r
Could have saved my Clementine\r
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How I missed her, how I missed her\r
How I missed my Clementine\r
Til I kissed her little sister\r
And forgot my Clementine