In a cavern, in a canyon,Excavating for a mineDwelt a miner forty niner,And his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,Oh my darling, Clementine!Thou art lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,And her shoes were number nine,Herring boxes, without topses,Sandals were for Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the waterEv'ry morning just at nine,Hit her foot against a splinter,Fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water,Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,But, alas,I was no swimmer,So I lost my Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,Oh my darling, Clementine!Thou art lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, Clementine
How I missed her! How I missed her,How I missed my Clementine,But I kissed her little sister,I forgot my Clementine.
