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In a  
[G]cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a  
[D7]mine,  

Dwelt a  
[C]miner, forty- 
[G]niner, and his  
[D7]daughter Clemen 
[G]tine. 

Chorus (repeat after each verse):  

Oh my  
[G]darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clemen 
[D7]tine  

Thou art  
[C]lost and gone for 
[G]ever, dreadful  
[D7]sorry, Clemen 
[G]tine. 

Light she  
[G]was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number  
[D7]nine,  

Herring  
[C]boxes without  
[G]topses, sandals  
[D7]were for Clemen 
[G]tine. 

Walking  
[G]lightly as a fairy, though her shoes were number  
[D7]nine,  

Sometimes  
[C]tripping, lightly  
[G]skipping, lovely  
[D7]girl, my Clemen 
[G]tine 

Drove she  
[G]ducklings to the water ev'ry morning just at  
[D7]nine,  

Hit her  
[C]foot against a  
[G]splinter, fell in 
[D7]to the foaming  
[G]brine. 

Ruby  
[G]lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and  
[D7]fine,  

But a 
[C]las, I was no  
[G]swimmer, neither  
[D7]was my Clemen 
[G]tine. 

In a  
[G]churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth en 
[D7]twine,  

There grow  
[C]rosies and some  
[G]posies, ferti 
[D7]lized by Clemen 
[G]tine. 

Then, the  
[G]miner, forty-niner, soon began to fret and  
[D7]pine,  

Thought he  
[C]oughter join his  
[G]daughter, so he's  
[D7]now with Clemen 
[G]tine. 

I'm so  
[G]lonely, lost without her, wish I'd had a fishing  
[D7]line,  

Which I  
[C]might have cast a 
[G]bout her, might have  
[D7]saved my Clemen 
[G]tine. 

In my  
[G]dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked with  
[D7]brine,  

Then she  
[C]rises from the  
[G]waters, and I  
[D7]kiss my Clemen 
[G]tine. 

Listen  
[G]fellers, heed the warning of this tragic tale of  
[D7]mine,  

Arti 
[C]ficial respi 
[G]ration could have  
[D7]saved my Clemen 
[G]tine. 

How I  
[G]missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clemen 
[D7]tine,  

'Til I  
[C]kissed her little  
[G]sister, and for 
[D7]got my Clemen 
[G]tine.