In a cavern, by a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty niner,
And his son - UNCLEANONE.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling UncleanOne,
Thou art lost and gone for ever,
Dreadful sorry, UncleanOne!

Light he was and like a fairy,
And his shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for UncleanOne.

Drove he ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Struck his foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my UncleanOne.

How I missed his, how I missed his,
How I missed my UncleanOne,
But I kissed his little sister
And forgot my UncleanOne.



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