Décroche

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
Walking lightly as a fairy,
Though her shoes were number nine,
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping,
Lovely girl, my Clementine.
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Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the river
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a sliver,
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.

Then the miner forty-niner,
He began to weep and pine,
Thought he oughtta join his daughter...
Now he's with his Clementine.
In a churchyard on a hillside
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
There grow rosies and some posies
Fertilized by Clementine.

How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine!
So I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth 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.