Clementine Blues lyrics
by Marc Gunn
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
Thou art 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
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splintеr
Fell into the foaming brine
Ruby lips abovе the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine
In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to love her
Now she's dead, I draw the line