In a cavern, in a canyon,
and his daughter Clementine.
Like she was and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without topses,
sandals weren't 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 night.
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,
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling clementine.
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine
How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
Then the miner, forty -niner,
soon begun to pick and pine
Thought he ought to join his daughter,
now he's with his Clementine
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine you
