Clementine

In a cavern in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine.

 [bad word] 
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine,
You were lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was and like a feather
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine.

 [bad word] 

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

 [bad word] 
 [bad word] lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine.