In a cavern in a canyon, Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine.
Oh, my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine:
Herring boxes without topses, Sandals were for Clementine.
Oh, my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water, Every morning at nine.
Stubbed her toe against a splinter; Fell into the foaming brine.
Oh, my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
Ruby lips above the water Blowin’ bubbles soft and fine.
But, alas, I was no swimmer, SO U lost my Clementine.
Oh, my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine,
Until I kissed her little sister, And forgot my Clementine!
Oh, my darlin’, Oh my darlin’, Oh my darlin’ Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.