desertrat
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This is the one of first songs I remember singing in music in grade school.
Yeah, it was a while ago.
I think it must have bothered me then because I thought about poor Clementine every time I saw a river. Now I realize it was a really strange song.
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
Thou art 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 (Poverty)
CHORUS
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine, (Ok, a fairly graphic death)
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine. (Grief, and self blame)
CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine. (Now we have a suicide)
CHORUS
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, (Oh, nightmares, good for kids!)
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line. (This is the line I wonder about)
Yeah, it was a while ago.
I think it must have bothered me then because I thought about poor Clementine every time I saw a river. Now I realize it was a really strange song.
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
Thou art 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 (Poverty)
CHORUS
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine.
CHORUS
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine, (Ok, a fairly graphic death)
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine. (Grief, and self blame)
CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine. (Now we have a suicide)
CHORUS
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, (Oh, nightmares, good for kids!)
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line. (This is the line I wonder about)