| In a cavern, in a canyon
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| Excavating for a mine
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| Dwelt a miner forty-niner
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| And his daughter Clementine
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling
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| Oh my darling Clementine
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| You are lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry Clementine
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| Drove a duckling to the water
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| Every morning just at nine;
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| Hit her foot against a splinter
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| Fell into the foaming brine
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling
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| Oh my darling Clementine
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| You are lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry Clementine
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| In my dreams she still doth haunt me
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| Robed in garments soaked in brine
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| Though in life I used to hug her
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| Now she’s dead, I’ll draw the line
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| How I missed her, how I missed her
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| How I missed my Clementine
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| So I kissed her little sister
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| And forgot my Clementine
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| Oh my darling, oh my darling
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| Oh my darling Clementine
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| You are lost and gone forever
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| Dreadful sorry Clementine |