In a cavern down by a canyon
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Excavatin' for a mine,
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There lived a miner from North Carolina
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And his daughter, chubby Clementine.
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Now every mornin', just about dawnin'
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A'when the sun begins to shine
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You know she would rouse up, wake all a dem cows up
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And walk 'em down to her Daddy's mine.
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A'took the foot bridge, way 'cross the water
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Though she weighed two-ninety nine.
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The old bridge trembled and disassembled
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(Oops!) dumped her into the foamy brine.
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Hey, crackle like thunder, (ho, ho) she went under
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(ho, ho) blowin bubbles (bubble sound) down the line.
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Hey, I'm no swimm'a but were she slimm'a
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I might'a saved that Clementine.
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(Ho) broke the record, way under water
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I thought that she was doin' fine.
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I wasn't nervous ya until the service
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That they held for Clementine.
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Hey you sailor (ho, ho) way out in your whaler
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With a harpoon, your trusty line.
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If she shows now, yo, there she blows now,
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It just may be chunky Clementine.
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(One more time)
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Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
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Oh my darlin', oh my darlin' sweet Clementine,
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You may be gone
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But!
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You're not forgotten,
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Fare thee well
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So long, Clementine
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(Bubble sound) Bye!
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Clementine
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| Westlife |
