In a canyon, in a cavern
Excavating for a mine
Lived 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
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
'Las for me, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
