Clementine (Traditional) would have saved my Clementine.
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine [chorus]
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter
Clementine. How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed
my Clementine, 'Til I kissed her little sister
[chorus]: and forgot my Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my
darling Clementine You are lost and [chorus]
gone forever, dreadful sorry,
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 Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft
and fine, As for me, I was no swimmer, so I lost
In a churchyard near the canyon where the myrtle
doth entwine There grow roses and other posies,
fertilized by Clementine.
Now ye Boy Scouts, heed the warning to this
tragic tale of mine, Artificial respiration