In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, Oh, my darling Clementine,
You' re 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 darling, oh, my darling, Oh, my darling Clementine,
You' re lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water, Every morning just at nine,
Stabbed her toe upon a splinter, (and) Fell into the foaming brine.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, Oh, my darling Clementine,
You' re lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
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,
You' re lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
There's a church yard on a hill side Where flowers grow and twine,
There grow roses 'mongst possies, Fertilized by Clementine.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, Oh, my darling Clementine,
You' re lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister And forgot my Clementine.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, Oh, my darling Clementine,
You' re lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry Clementine.