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Excellent song to assess beginning grade level skills.
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- Grade: Fifth
- Origin: USA - Western Folk Ballad
- Key: F Major
- Time: 3/4
- Form: staves: ABAB - song: AA, verse/refrain
- Rhythm: beginners: | ta ta ti/ ri | syncopation,
| ta/ ti ti ti | syncopation, | ta/a ti/ ri |
syncopation
- Pitches: beginners: So Ti Do Re Mi Fa So
- Intervals: beginners: Do\So (P4), So/Mi (M6), Mi\Do (M3), Re\So (P5), So/Ti (M3),
- Musical Elements: notes: half, dotted quarter, quarter, dotted eighth, sixteenth; pickup beat, verse/refrain (same), syncopation, ballad
- Key Words: USA history/geography: California Gold Rush; cavern, canyon, excavating, mine, dwelt, miner, forty-niner, daughter, darling, forever, dreadful, fairy, herring, topses, sandals, ducklings, stubbed, splinter, foaming brine, ruby, bubbles, alas, swimmer, peak, pine, oughter, churchyard, myrtle, boughs, entwine, roses, posies, fertilize, doth, haunt, robed, garments, soaked
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"Oh, My Darling, Clementine"
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In a cavern by a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine. |
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Refrain: |
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Oh, my daring, oh, my darling,
Oh, my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.
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Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine. |
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Refrain |
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Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Stubbed her toe against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine. |
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Refrain |
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Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine. |
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Refrain |
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Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine. |
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In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses and the posies,
Fertilized by Clementine. |
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Refrain |
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In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
How in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I draw the line. |
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Refrain |
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Back to top. |
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