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Originally Posted By BrendaIn a cavern, in a canyonExcavating for a mineLived a miner, forty-ninerAnd his daughter, ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineLight she was and like a fairyAnd her shoes were number nineHerring boxes without topsesSandals were for ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineDrove she ducklings to the waterEvery morning just at nineHit her foot against a splinterFell into the foaming brineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineRuby lips above the waterBlowing bubbles soft and fineBut alas, I was no swimmerSo I lost my ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineThen the miner, forty-ninerSoon began to peak and pineThought he oughta join his daughterNow he's with his ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineThere's a churchyard on the hillsideWhere the flowers grow and twineThere grow roses, 'mongst the posiesFertilized by ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineIn my dreams she still doth haunt meRobed in garlands soaked in brineThough in life I used to hug herNow she's dead, I draw the lineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineNow you scouts may learn the moralOf this little tale of mineArtificial respirationWould have saved my ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, ClementineHow I missed her, how I missed herHow I missed my ClementineTill I kissed her little sisterAnd forgot my ClementineOh, my darling, oh, my darlingOh, my darling ClementineYou are lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, Clementine
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Originally Posted By A. ClarkI don't know what other people think of this lullaby but I find it disturbing. I would never sing this to a baby. A lullaby about a girl drowning and how the person couldn't swim to giver her artificial reciperation and the father dying to be with the girl. I am sorry but that is not comforting to me.
Originally Posted By LauraActually, many traditional lullabies have disturbing images - the second verse of "Pretty Little Horses" was originally "...there's a poor little lambie/butterflies peckin' out his eyes/poor thing cryin' for its mammy." Many of these evolved as expressions of a mother's frustrations, especially when the mother was basically the only caregiver. Others evovled as ways of expressing scary things to keep them away, and define here as the safe space - "There are bad things out there, but not here."In this case, though, I think it's not the lyrics but the melody itself that's the "lullaby" part. Almost any song can be a lullaby if it's sung tenderly, even ones with "disturbing" verses. Try singing this softly, tenderly to yourself. The melody swings in the right way. It can be a lullaby, if you think it is.
