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Clementine 
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
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Drove she ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine.
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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.
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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. 
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 DC