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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
You are gone and lost forever
Dreadfull sorry Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandles were for Clementine

Drove her ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine

How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
But I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine