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Verse 1
In a cavern, by a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, a forty-niner,
And his daughter clementine.
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Verse 3
Drove she ducklings to the water,
Every morning just at nine,
Struck her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the faoming brine.
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Verse 2
Light she was and like a feather,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
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Verse 4
Rosy lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But alas ! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
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