Additional Lyrics

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

3. Drove she ducklings to the water  Ev'ry morning just at nine,  Stubbed her toe upon a splinter  Fell into the foaming brine 

4. Ruby lips above the water  Blowing bubbles soft and fine,  But alas I was no swimmer  So I lost my Clementine

5. There's a churchyard on the hillside  Where the flowers grow and twine,  There grow roses 'mongst the posies  Fertilized by Clementine