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Clementine
In a canyon, in a cavern, excavating for a mine,
lived a miner, forty niner and his daughter Clementine.
(chorus)
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin' oh my darlin, Clementine,
you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.
Light she was, just like a fairy and her shoes were
number nine,
herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.
Led her ducklings to the water every morning just at
nine,
Hit her foot upon a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and
fine,
But alas I was no swimmer and I lost my Clementine.
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