In a [F]cavern in a canyon, Excavating for a [C]mine Lived a miner forty-[F]niner, And his [C]daughter Clemen[F]tine. Oh, my [F]darlin', Oh my darlin', Oh my darlin' Clementine. You are lost and gone fo[F]rever, Dreadful [C]sorry Clemen[F]tine.   Light she [F]was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number [C]nine: Herring boxes without [F]topses,...