Clementine (In a cavern)
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G | |
In a | cavern, in a canyon, |
D7 | |
Excavating for a | mine, |
C | G | |
Dwelt a | miner, forty- | niner, |
D7 | G | |
And his | daughter Clemen | tine. |
G | |
Oh my | darling, oh my darling, |
D7 | |
Oh my darling Clemen | tine |
C | G | |
Thou art | lost and gone for | ever, |
D7 | G | |
Dreadful | sorry, Clemen | tine. |
G | |
Light she | was, and like a fairy, |
D7 | |
And her shoes were number | nine, |
C | G | |
Herring | boxes without | topses, |
D7 | G | |
Sandals | were for Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
Walking | lightly as a fairy, |
D7 | |
Though her shoes were number | nine, |
C | G | |
Sometimes | tripping, lightly | skipping, |
D7 | G | |
Lovely | girl, my Clemen | tine |
Chorus |
G | |
Drove she | ducklings to the water |
D7 | |
Ev'ry morning just at | nine, |
C | G | |
Hit her | foot against a | splinter, |
D7 | G | |
Fell in | to the foaming | brine. |
Chorus |
G | |
Ruby | lips above the water, |
D7 | |
Blowing bubbles soft and | fine, |
C | G | |
But a | las, I was no | swimmer, |
D7 | G | |
Neither | was my Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
In a | churchyard near the canyon, |
D7 | |
Where the myrtle doth en | twine, |
C | G | |
There grow | rosies and some | posies, |
D7 | G | |
Ferti | lized by Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
Then, the | miner, forty-niner, |
D7 | |
Soon began to fret and | pine, |
C | G | |
Thought he | oughter join his | daughter, |
D7 | G | |
So he's | now with Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
I'm so | lonely, lost without her, |
D7 | |
Wish I'd had a fishing | line, |
C | G | |
Which I | might have cast a | bout her, |
D7 | G | |
Might have | saved my Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
In my | dreams she still doth haunt me, |
D7 | |
Robed in garments soaked with | brine, |
C | G | |
Then she | rises from the | waters, |
D7 | G | |
And I | kiss my Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
Listen | fellers, heed the warning |
D7 | |
Of this tragic tale of | mine, |
C | G | |
Arti | ficial respi | ration |
D7 | G | |
Could have | saved my Clemen | tine. |
Chorus |
G | |
How I | missed her, how I missed her, |
D7 | |
How I missed my Clemen | tine, |
C | G | |
'Til I | kissed her little | sister, |
D7 | G | |
And for | got my Clemen | tine. |
Chorus
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