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CLEMENTINE. Key of G major
In a cavern, in a canon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine. Chorus.—Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, You are lost and gone forever, drefful 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,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine. —Chorus.
Dragged her body from the river,
All besmeared with mud and slime,
Undertaker said he 'd make her
Coffin out of 3'ellow pine. —Chorus.
In a church yard near the canon,
Where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grew roses and other posies,
Fertilized by Clementine. —Chorus.
Then the miner, forty-niner.
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he "oughter jine" his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine. —Chorus.
Underneath the weeping willow,
Where the sun doth never shine,
Mouldering in her grave secluded
Lies my darling 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 '11 draw the line. —Chorus. |
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