Dreadful sorry, indeed

Found a recording of me at age 18 months, in which my dad is trying to get me to sing all the songs I know. At that age, I knew a surprising number of songs - and a random assortment at that. Everything from "Do Re Mi," "Puff the Magic Dragon" and "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" to the more obscure tunes my grandmother taught me: "Pony Boy" and "Oh My Darlin' Clementine." (NOTE: Many of these songs are CRAZY sad when you really listen to the lyrics!! See below...) But a super random addition to my repertoire: "Macho Man" by the Village People. To be fair, it was 1978 and one of my dad's tennis buddies taught it to me, but still.




Tragic lyrics to Oh My Darlin' Clementine:

In a cavern, In a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.
Repeat chorus
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.
Repeat chorus
Drove she ducklings to the water,
Every morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Repeat chorus
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine;
But Alas! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
Repeat chorus
When the miner forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter "jine" his daughter,
Now he's with his clementine.
Repeat chorus
In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses in their poses,
Fertilized by Clementine.
Repeat chorus
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I'll draw the line.
Repeat chorus
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine.
So I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.
Repeat chorus
Now you Boy Scouts, there's a moral
To this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration,
Would have saved my Clementine.
Repeat chorus