Clementine (In a cavern)
Traditional
| 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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