Clementine Bobby Darin (#21 in 1960)

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!
    Though are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.

 
Light she was, and like a fairy and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxers without topses sandals were for Clementine.
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Drove the ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter fell into the foaming brine.
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Saw her lips above the water blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But, alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
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How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine.
But I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine.
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Now my boys should take the moral of this little song of mine:
Artificial respiration would have save my Clementine. 
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