Tom Lehrer

Tom Lehrer - Clementine songtekst

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I should like to consider the folk song and expound briefly on a theory I have held for some time to the effect that the reason most folk songs are so atrocious is that they were written by the people. If professional song writers had written them instead, things might have turned out considerably differently. For example, consider the old favourite, with which I'm sure you are all familiar, Clementine, you know:



In a cavern 

In a canyon

Da da daa, da da da daa



 a song with no recognisable merit whatsoever, and imagine what might have happened if, for example, Cole Porter had tried writing the song. The first verse might have come out like this:



In a cavern 

In a canyon

Excava-ha-ha-hating for a mine

Far away from the boom, boom, boom of the city

She was so pretty

What a pity

Clementine. 

O Clementine,

Can't you tell from the howls of me

This love of mine

Calls to you from the bowels of me?

Are you discerning the returning of this churning, burning, yearning for you,

Ooh, ooh, aah, aah.



Well supposing at this point that Mozart or one of that crowd had tried writing a verse, the next one might have come out as a baritone aria from an Italian opera somewhat along these lines:



Era legera

E come un fairy

E suo shoes numero nine

Herring bo-ho-ho-hoxes senza to-ho-ho-hopses

Sandale per Clementina si, per Clementina si, 

Per Clementina sandaleka

Clementina sandaleka, 

Clementine, 

Clementina, Clementina, Clementina.

Herring boxes senza topses

Sandaleka Clementina, 

Herring boxes senza topses

Sandaleka Clementine, 

Che sciagura Clementina

Che sciagura Clementina

Cara Clementina cara Clementina-na-na-na.



Supposing at this rather dramatic juncture in the narrative one of our modern cool school of composers had tried writing a verse. The next one might have come out like this:



A one, a two, a three, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Drove those ducklings to the water

Yep rock, doodle a doo doo, ah ah

Every morning like 9 am

Whoopa da doo da doo doo da

Got her hung upon a splinter

Got her hung upon a splinter, doo da, hoo hoo

Fell into the foamy brine

Dig that crazy Clementine, man!



To end on a happy note one can always count on Gilbert and Sullivan for a rousing finale full of words and music and signifying nothing.



That I missed her depressed her

Young sister named Esther

This mister to pester she tried.

Now a pestering sister's a festering blister,

You'd best to resist her say I.

The mister resisted,

The sister persisted,

I kissed her – all loyalty slipped.

When she said I could have her

Her sister's cadaver

Must surely have turned in its crypt

Yes, yes, yes, yes!

For I love she and she loves me

Enraptured are the both of we

Yes I love she and she loves I

And will through all eternity.



See what I mean!
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