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In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for mine.
Lived a miner forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine,
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a feather, and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without topses,sandals were for Clementine
Oh my darling, oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine,
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water, every morning just at nine.
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine,
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine.
But alas, I was nommer, so I lost my Clementine
Oh my darling, oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine,
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine
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