Near a cavern, across from a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter Clementine
Oh my Darling, Oh my Darling,
Oh my Darling Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine.
Oh My Darling Clementine
Oh My Darling Clementine
In theorie is er geen verschil tussen theorie en praktijk, in praktijk wel
Re: Oh My Darling Clementine
Er is er weer eentje jarig.Van harte proficiat Thieu.Mooi terrasweer vandaag.Een lekkere gin tonic gaat er altijd in.
Re: Oh My Darling Clementine
Proficiat !!!