Clementine - (hear it on youtube - with key changes we don't do!)
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In a [C] cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a [G7] mine
Lived a [F] miner forty -[C]- niner
And his [G7] daughter, Clemen -[C] tine
Oh, my [C] darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clemen- [G7] tine
You are [F] lost and gone for- [C] ever
Dreadful [G7] sorry, Clemen- [C] tine
Light she was, and like a fairy,And her shoes were number nine,Herring boxes without topses, Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water,Ev'ry morning just at nine,Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell in to the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water,Blowing bubbles soft and fine,But alas, I was no swimmer, Neither was my Clementine.
In a churchyard near the canyon,Where the myrtle boughs entwine,Grow the roses in their posies, Fertilised by Clementine.
Then, the miner, forty-niner,Soon began to fret and pine,Thought he oughter join his daughter, So he's now with Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,Robed in garments soaked with brine,Then she rises from the waters, And I kiss my Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her,How I missed my Clementine, Til I kissed her little sister,And forgot my Clementine.