|| Clementine (Chromatic)
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In a cav-ern, in a can-yon,
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ex-ca-vat-ing for a mine,
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Lived a min-er, for-ty nin-er,
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And his daugh-ter Clem-en-tine.
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Oh, my dar-ling, 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.
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.
Then the miner, forty-niner soon began to peak and pine.
Thought he oughta join his daughter, now he’s with his Clementine.
There’s a churchyard on the hillside where the flowers grow and
There grow roses, ‘mongst the posies fertilized by Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me robed in garlands soaked in
Though in life I used to hug her now she’s dead, I draw the line.
How I missed her, how I missed her how I missed my Clementine.
Till I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine.
Now you scouts may learn the moral of this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration would have saved my Clementine.