CLEMENTINE



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

Thou art 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



CHORUS



Drove she ducklings to the water

Every morning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter

Fell into the foaming brine.



CHORUS



Ruby lips above the water,

Blowing bubbles soft and fine,

But alas, I was no swimmer,

So I lost my Clementine.



CHORUS

Then the miner, forty-niner

Soon began to peak and pine,

Thought he oughter jine he daughter,

Now he's with his Clementine.



CHORUS



In my dreams she still doth haunt me,

Robed in garments soaked in brine;

Though in life I used to hug her,

Now she's dead, I draw the line.



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A remarkable ballad developed in San Francisco toward the end of

the nineteeth century. It became a favorite college song during

the Reconstruction period.



Additional verses (Boy Scouts and others)RG



In a churchyard, 'neath a gravestone

Where the myrtle doth entwine.

There are posies, and some roses

Fertilized by Clementine.



How I missed her, how I missed her

How I missed my Clementine!

Till I kissed her little sister

And forgot my Clementine.



All you Boy Scouts, take fair warning

From this dreadful tale of mine.

Artificial respiration

Would have saved my Clementine.



Recorded by the Weavers

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