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