Clementine

in F

folk

In a Fcavern, in a canyon,
Exca-Fvating for a C7mine,
Dwelt a miner forty Fniner,
And his C7daughter Clemen-Ftine.

Light whe was, and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

Drove whe ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lipe above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine;
As for me, I was no swimmer,
And I lost my Clementine.

How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Then I kissed her little sister,
And forgot dear Clementine.