Mittwoch, Juni 26, 2019

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot there against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine

Then the miner forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he ought to join his daughter
Now he slept with Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Thought in life I used to hug her,
In death, I draw the line.

Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
So I kissed her little sister,
And I forgot my Clementine.

Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine

Clementine, Clementine
You are lost and gone, Clementine

Clementine

Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine

Clementine, Clementine
You are lost and gone, Clementine

Clementine

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