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What really happened that faithful day that Clementine fell into the foaming brine. "Near a cavern, across from a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Lived 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. 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 Every morning just at nine, Hit her foot 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. Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling Clementine. You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine." ~Old Work~
A Miner, Forty Niner and His Daughter, Clementine
