Seleca's Harp (selecasharp) wrote,
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Oh my darling, oh my darling...

I'm putting together a program that involves babies, which involves singing, which involves me going through kids' songbooks. I came across "Clementine", which I liked a lot as a kid. I never knew all the lyrics, just the first verse and the chorus that everyone knows.

In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Oh my darling Clementine

The rest of the lyrics are...odd.

Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

Drove her 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
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine

Then the miner forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he ought to join his daughter
Now he’s with his Clementine

There’s a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, ‘monst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine

In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garlands soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she’s dead, I draw the line

Now you scouts may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine

How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
‘Til I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine

The most amusing part was I first read that as "'Til I kissed MY little sister" so I was REALLY horrified for a second.*eg*

I used to have one of my completely psychotic characters sing this song whenever he was feeling particularly murderous. How apt it was.

I SO am going to sing this for babies.
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