In a cavern, in a canyon,
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Excavating for a mine
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Dwelt a miner forty niner,
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And his daughter Clementine
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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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Oh my darling, Clementine!
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Thou art lost and gone forever
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Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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Light she was and like a fairy,
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And her shoes were number nine,
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Herring boxes, without topses,
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Sandals were for Clementine.
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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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Oh my darling, Clementine!
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Thou art lost and gone forever
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Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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Drove she ducklings to the water
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Ev'ry morning just at nine,
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Hit her foot against a splinter,
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Fell into the foaming brine.
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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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Oh my darling, Clementine!
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Thou art lost and gone forever
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Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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Ruby lips above the water,
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Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
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But, alas, I was no swimmer,
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So I lost my Clementine.
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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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Oh my darling, Clementine!
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Thou art lost and gone forever
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Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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How I missed her! How I missed her,
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How I missed my Clementine,
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But I kissed her little sister,
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I forgot my Clementine.
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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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Oh my darling, Clementine!
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Thou art lost and gone forever
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Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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Clementine
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| Connie Francis |
