Bubijeva pesmarica

AIn a cavern, by a canyon
ExcavaA₇ting for a mihne,
Dwelt a miEner, foE₇rtynineAr
And his daEughter ClementAine

AOh, my darling, oh my darling
Oh, my dA₇arling Clementhine
Though are loEst and goE₇ne foreAver
Dreadful soErry, ClementinAe

ALight she was and like a fairie
And her shA₇oes were number nhine
Herring bEoxes wE₇ithout topAses
Sandals wEere for ClementiAne

AOh, my darling, oh my darling
Oh, my dA₇arling Clementhine
Though are loEst and goE₇ne foreAver
Dreadful soErry, ClementinAe

ADrove the ducklings to the water
Every mA₇orning just at ninhe
Struck her fooEt againE₇st a splinAter
Fell intoE​ a foaming mAine

AOh, my darling, oh my darling
Oh, my dA₇arling Clementhine
Though are loEst and goE₇ne foreAver
Dreadful soErry, ClementinAe

ARosy lips upon the water
Blowing buA₇bbles mighty fihne
But alaEs' I waE₇s no swAimmer
So I loEst my ClementAine

AOh, my darling, oh my darling
Oh, my dA₇arling Clementhine
Though are loEst and goE₇ne foreAver
Dreadful soErry, ClementinAe

AHow I missed her, how I missed her
How I mA₇issed my Clemenhtine
But I kEissed her lE₇ittle sisAter
And forgoEt my ClementiAne

AOh, my darling, oh my darling
Oh, my dA₇arling Clementhine
Though are loEst and goE₇ne foreAver
Dreadful soErry, ClementinAe