In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner
And his daughter Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes, without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every 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
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
Then the miner, forty niner
He began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he sleeps with Clementine
In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garments, soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she's dead, I draw the line
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
How I missed he, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
So I kissed her little sister
And I forgot my Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine, Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
You are lost been gone, Clementine
Clementine