| In a cavern down by a canyon
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| Excavatin' for a mine
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| There lived a miner from North Carolina
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| And his daughter, chubby Clementine
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| Now every mornin', just about dawnin'
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| A’when the sun begins to shine
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| You know she would rouse up, wake all a dem cows up
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| And walk 'em down to her Daddy’s mine
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| A’took the foot bridge, way 'cross the water
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| Though she weighed two-ninety nine
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| The old bridge trembled and disassembled
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| (Oops!) dumped her into the foamy brine
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| Hey, crackle like thunder, (ho, ho) she went under
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| (ho, ho) blowin bubbles (bubble sound) down the line
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| Hey, I’m no swimm’a but were she slimm’a
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| I might’a saved that Clementine
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| (Ho) broke the record, way under water
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| I thought that she was doin' fine
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| I wasn’t nervous ya until the service
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| That they held for Clementine
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| Hey you sailor (ho, ho) way out in your whaler
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| With a harpoon, your trusty line
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| If she shows now, yo, there she blows now
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| It just may be chunky Clementine
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| (One more time)
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| Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
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| Oh my darlin', oh my darlin' sweet Clementine
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| You may be gone
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| But!
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| You’re not forgotten
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| Fare thee well
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| So long, Clementine
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| (Bubble sound) Bye! |