| In a cavern, down by a canyon
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| Excavation' for a mine
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| A-there lived a miner from North Carolina
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| And his daughter chubby Clementine
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| An' every mornin', hey, just about dawnin'
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| A when the sun began to shine
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| You know she would rouse up, wake all a them cows up
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| And walk 'em down to her daddy’s mine
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| She took the foot bridge way 'cross the water
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| Though she weighed two-ninety-nine
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| The old bridge trembled and disassembled
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| Oops, dumped her into the foamy brine
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| Hey, crackle like thunder, you know she went under
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| Blowin' bubbles down the line
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| Hey, I’m no swimmer but were she slimmer
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| I might’ve saved that Clementine
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| Hey, broke the record way under water
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| I thought that she was doin' fine
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| I wasn’t nervous until the service
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| That they held for Clementine
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| Hey, you sailor way out in your whaler
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| With a harpoon, your trusty line
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| If she shows now, yeah, there she blows now
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| It just may be chunky Clementine
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| One more time
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| Oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
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| Oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
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| Oh my darlin' sweet Clementine
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| You may be gone but you’re not forgotten
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| Fare thee well, so long Clementine, bye |