#i like this version a lot….. the rosies sometimes posies line works unreasonably well i think.

[woodsteingirl]

oh well who cares if i am having vivid imaginations. of things and events. situations even. at least there is 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, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine. oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling clementine, you are 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. oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine. walking lightly, as a fairy, though her shoes were number nine, sometimes tripping, lightly skipping, lovely girl my Clementine. drove she ducklings to the water, every morning half past 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, neither was my Clementine. oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine. in a corner of the churchyard, where the myrtle boughs entwine, grow the rosies, sometimes posies, fertilized by Clementine. when the miner forty-niner, soon began to fret and pine, thought he oughter "jine" his daughter, now he's with his clementine. oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine. i’m so lonely, lost without her, wish i’d had a fishing line, which i might’ve cast about her, might’ve saved my Clementine. now you fellas, there's a moral to this tragic tale of mine. artificial respiration, might have saved my Clementine. oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine. how I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine. till I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine. oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.