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Campfire Song Book (PDF) - Halifax Ukulele Gang (HUG)

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SCOUTING AND CAMPFIRE SONGS PAGE 110 OF 124<br />

SCOUTING AND CAMPFIRE SONGS PAGE 15 OF 124<br />

VIVE L'AMOUR<br />

GKCe<br />

G<br />

Let every good fellow<br />

Now join in the song,<br />

D7 G<br />

Vive la companie!<br />

Success to each other,<br />

And pass it along,<br />

G D7 G<br />

Vive la companie!<br />

Chorus:<br />

G C<br />

Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour,<br />

D7 G<br />

Vive la, vive la, vive l'amour,<br />

Em C<br />

Vive l'amour, vive l'amour,<br />

D7 G<br />

Vive la companie! Hey!<br />

A friend on your left,<br />

And a friend on your right,<br />

Vive la companie!<br />

In love and good fellowship,<br />

Let us unite,<br />

Vive la companie!<br />

Now wider and wider<br />

Our circle expands,<br />

Vive la companie!<br />

We sing to our comrades<br />

In far away lands,<br />

Vive la companie!<br />

CLEMENTINE<br />

DHG<br />

D<br />

In a cavern, in a canyon<br />

A7<br />

Excavating for a mine<br />

G D<br />

Lived a miner forty-niner<br />

A7 D<br />

And his daughter, Clementine<br />

Refrain:<br />

D<br />

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling<br />

A7<br />

Oh, my darling Clementine<br />

G D<br />

You are lost and gone forever<br />

A7 D<br />

Dreadful sorry, Clementine<br />

Light she was, and like a<br />

fairy,<br />

And her shoes were number<br />

nine,<br />

Herring boxes without<br />

topses,<br />

Sandals were for Clementine.<br />

Drove she ducklings to the<br />

water,<br />

Ev'ry morning just at nine,<br />

Hit her foot against a<br />

splinter,<br />

Fell into the foaming brine.<br />

Ruby lips above the water,<br />

Blowing bubbles soft and<br />

fine,<br />

But alas, I was no swimmer,<br />

Neither was my Clementine.<br />

In a churchyard near the<br />

canyon,<br />

Where the myrtle boughs<br />

entwine,<br />

Grow the roses in their posies,<br />

Fertilised by Clementine.<br />

Then, the miner, forty-niner,<br />

Soon began to fret and pine,<br />

Thought he oughter join his<br />

daughter,<br />

So he's now with Clementine.<br />

In my dreams she still doth<br />

haunt me,<br />

Robed in garments soaked with<br />

brine,<br />

Then she rises from the waters,<br />

And I kiss my Clementine.<br />

How I missed her, how I missed<br />

her,<br />

How I missed my Clementine,<br />

Til I kissed her little sister,<br />

And forgot my Clementine.

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