| In a cavern, in a canyon,
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| Excavating for a mine
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| Dwelt a miner forty niner,
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| And his daughter Clementine
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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| Oh my darling, Clementine!
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| Thou art lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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| Light she was and like a fairy,
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| And her shoes were number nine,
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| Wearing boxes, without topses,
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| Sandals were for Clementine.
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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| Oh my darling, Clementine!
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| Thou art lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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| Drove the ducklings to the water
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| Ev’ry morning just at nine,
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| Hit her foot against a splinter,
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| Fell into the foaming brine.
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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| Oh my darling, Clementine!
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| Thou art lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry, Clementine
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| Ruby lips above the water,
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| Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
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| But, alas, I was no swimmer,
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| So I lost my Clementine.
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling,
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| Oh my darling, Clementine!
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| Thou art lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry, Clementine |