Folklore Clementine Paroles et Accords

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Artist : Folklore

Titre : Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon excavating for a mine;

Dwelt a miner, forty-ni ner, and his daughter Clemen tine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine

You are lost and gone foreve r, dreadful sorry, Cleme ntine.

Light she was, and like a fairy, And her shoes were n umber nine

Herring boxes without to pses, Sandals w ere for Clement ine.

Walking lightly as a fairy, Though her shoes were number nine,

Sometimes tripping, lightly sk ipping, Lovely girl, my Cle mentine

Drove she ducklings to the water Ev´ry mo rning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming b rine.

Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bu bbles soft and fine,

But a las, I was no s wimmer, Neith er was my Clem entine.

In a churchyard near the canyon, Where the m yrtle doth entwine,

There grow rosies and some posies, Fert ilized by Cleme ntine.

Then, the miner, forty-niner, Soon beg an to fret and pine,

Thought he oughter join his da ughter, So he´s now with Clem entine.

I´m so lonely, lost without her, Wish I´d had a fishing line,

Which I might have cast a bout her, Might have saved my C lementine.

In my d reams she still doth haunt me, Robed in ga rments soaked with brine,

Then she rises from the w aters, And I kiss my Cle mentine.

Listen fellers, heed the warning Of thi s tragic tale of mine,

Arti ficial respi ration Could hav e saved my Clem entine

How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine,

Til I kissed her little sister, And f orgot my Clem entine.