Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt 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.
Azi toata ziua am ras de poza asta si am cantat "oh my darlin' clementine". Iar spre seara chiar am facut karaoke pentru ca aici este melodia, cantata parca de o flashneta. Mai lipsea papagalul cu biletele ( de la care am tras eu un biletel, acum cativa ani, in care scria cu foarte multe greseli ca o sa fiu un negutator renumit printre targoveti).
(cow conga)
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