In a cavern, in a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
dwelt a miner, forty-niner
and his daughter Clementine.
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Agenda werkplaats
27 september 2026
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Koor op school
11 oktober 2026
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25 oktober 2026
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Koordag
29 oktober 2026
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1 november 2026
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1.
Refr.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling,
oh, my darling Clementine!
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine!
oh, my darling Clementine!
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine!
2.
Light she was, and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes, without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.
and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes, without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.
3.
Walking lightly as a fairy,
though her shoes were number nine.
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping,
lovely girl, my Clementine.
though her shoes were number nine.
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping,
lovely girl, my Clementine.
4.
Drove she ducklings to the water,
ev'ry morning just at nine.
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
ev'ry morning just at nine.
Hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
5.
In a churchyard near the canyon,
where the myrtle doth entwine.
There grow rosies and some posies,
fertilized by Clementine.
where the myrtle doth entwine.
There grow rosies and some posies,
fertilized by Clementine.
6.
Then, the miner, forty-niner,
soon began to fret and pine.
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
so he's now with Clementine.
soon began to fret and pine.
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
so he's now with Clementine.
7.
I'm so lonely, lost without her,
wish I'd had a fishing line.
Which I might have cast about her,
might have saved my Clementine.
wish I'd had a fishing line.
Which I might have cast about her,
might have saved my Clementine.
8.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
robed in garments soaked with brine.
Then she rises from the waters,
and I kiss my Clementine.
robed in garments soaked with brine.
Then she rises from the waters,
and I kiss my Clementine.
9.
Listen fellers, heed the warning
of this tragic tale of mine.
Artificial respiration
could have saved my Clementine.
of this tragic tale of mine.
Artificial respiration
could have saved my Clementine.
10.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine.
Till I kissed her little sister
and forgot my Clementine.
how I missed my Clementine.
Till I kissed her little sister
and forgot my Clementine.