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 are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Soft she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Were the shoes for Clementine
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Hopeful sorry, Clementine
She drove ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
Alas for claimed he was no swimmer
So he lost his Clementine
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Hopeful sorry, Clementine
