Clementine کے بول

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 Soft she was and like a fairy And her shoes were number nine Herring boxes without topses Were the shoes for Clementine Oh, my darling, oh, my darling Oh, my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever Hopeful sorry, Clementine She drove ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine Oh, my darling, oh, my darling Oh, my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine Ruby lips above the water Blowing bubbles soft and fine Alas for claimed he was no swimmer So he lost his Clementine Oh, my darling, oh, my darling Oh, my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever Hopeful sorry, Clementine