In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.
Chorus
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.
Drove the 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;
As for me, I was no swimmer
And I lost my Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Then I kissed her little sister,
And forgot dear Clementine.