20. Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for amine

Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine

Chorus:

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

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

Alas forme! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine

Now ye Boy Scouts, heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine

Artificial respiration would have saved my Clementine