In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for mine.
Lived a miner forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling. Oh my darling, Clementine,
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a feather, 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 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.
