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
Oh my darling, Oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Stubbed her toe 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
Oh my darling, Oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry Clementine
Oh my darling, Oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
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