In a cavern

in a canyon

excavating for a mine



lived a miner

forty niner

and his daughter Clementine.



Oh my Darling

oh my Darling

oh my Darling 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 Darling ...



Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine



stubbed her too against a splinter

fell into the foaming brine.



Oh my Darling ...



Ruby lips above the water

blowing bubbles soft and fine



but

alas

I was no swimmer

so I lost my Clementine.



Oh my Darling ...



How I missed her

how I missed her

how I missed my Clementine



till I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine.



Oh my Darling ...