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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
You are lost
and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry,
Clementine.
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Light she was
and like a fairy,
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 are lost
and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry,
Clementine.
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Drove she ducklings
to the water
Ev'ry 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 are lost
and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry,
Clementine.
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