clementine lyrics

[jen...@aol.com]

O my darling..
I'm looking for the complete original lyrics, but if you have some that
are
partial (or even unoriginal!) I'd love to check them out.
THanks
Jen...@aol.com

[Dennis L. Pearson]

jen...@aol.com wrote:

Here's one variant:

CLEMENTINE

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.

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

Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

CHORUS

Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.

CHORUS

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.

CHORUS

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 draw the line.

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A remarkable ballad developed in San Francisco toward the end of
the nineteeth century. It became a favorite college song during
the Reconstruction period.

[Stephen L Suffet]

Greetings---

You can try this last verse:

How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine!
'Til one night I kissed her sister,
And forgot my Clementine.

Or, if you prefer:

How I loved her, how I loved her,
How I loved my Clementine!
'Til one night I loved her brother,
And forgot my Clementine.

No objection to singing both of those stanzas!

But then there is always:

Couldn't get over, couldn't get over,
Couldn't get over Clementine!
'Til one night I slept with Rover,
And forgot my Clementine.

It only gets raunchier. Anyone else have some verses to add? :-)

Kindest regards,
Steve Suffet

[Irwin Silber]

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,

Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.

Chorus:
Oh, my arling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like a fairy,

And her shoes were Number Nine,
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,

Stubbed her toe upon a splinter,

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.

There's a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine.
There go roses 'mongst the posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.

(From "The Folksinger's Wordbook.")

[Chris Atkinson]

In article <APC&1'0'7c92df17'e...@igc.apc.org>, Irwin Silber
<isi...@igc.apc.org> writes

>In a cavern, in a canyon,
>Excavating for a mine,
>Lived a miner, forty-niner
>And his daughter Clementine.
>
>Chorus:
>Oh, my arling, oh my darling,
>Oh my darling Clementine,
>You are lost and gone forever,
>Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

And, if you want to try a different tune - try singing the last verse
or two to Cwm Rhondda (Bread of Heaven). Sounds great (Learned at Scout
camp fire somewhere, sometime, someplace)

Chris A.
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