A song records by Raymond 16 years ago.
A well-known American song about the drowning of a miner's daughter. the earliest known version is "Down By the River Lived a Maiden" (1863), by H. S. Thompson, though there is no mention of the miner, and it has a different tune. The first version with the popularly known tune is "Oh My Darling Clementine," attributed to Percy Montrose in 1884. The verse about kissing her little sister, often supposed to be a relatively recent addition, did actually appear in print as early as 1897. Presumably it was left out of many collections because Clementine was popular as a children's or scout campfire song. No doubt the verse about "artificial respiration" was added for the same reason. There have been many parodies of the song, one of the best being Tom Lehrer's version.
It has been recorded by Pete Seeger, among others.
Lyrics and chords:
........ F
In a cavern in a canyon,
............................. C7
Excavating for a mine
.................................. F
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
............... C7 ...................... F
And his daughter, Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
.................................... C7
Oh my darling Clementine,
........................................ F
Thou art lost and gone forever.
............... C7................. F
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at 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,
Bon voyage, my Clementine.
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughta join his daughter.
Now he's with his Clementine.
There's a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers bloom and twine.
There grow roses amid the posies
Fertilized by Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead I draw the line.
Listen Boy Scouts, heed the warning
To this tragic tale of mine.
Artificial respiration
Could have saved my Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine.
Негізгі бет Clementine (Traditional American) Raymond Crooke
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