Campfire songs

Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.

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Oh my darling, 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.
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Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
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Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine
Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
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In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine
There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.
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Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughter join his daughter, now he's with his Clementine.
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In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine
While in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I draw the line
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How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine
Until I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

Now ye Scouts all heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my Clementine.