In a cavern, in a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Chorus:
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine!
You are and for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she and like a fairy,
And her shoes number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
Sandals for Clementine.
she ducklings to the water
Every morning, just at nine;
her foot against a splinter,
into the foaming brine.
her lips above the water
Blowing bubbles mighty fine
But alas! I no swimmer,
So I my Clementine.
In a dream she still does haunt me
Robed in garments, soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead I'll draw the line.
How I her, how I her,
How I my Clementine!
But I her little sister
And my Clementine.
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HIT GOLPEAR
DRIVE CONDUCIR
SEE VER
LIVE VIVIR
FORGET OLVIDAR
KISS BESAR
LOSE PERDER
MISS ECHAR DE MENOS
GO IR
FALL CAER
BE / SER O ESTAR |
CLEMENTINE Traditional American Song
