Dwelt a miner, forty -n iner,
And his daughter, Clementine.
Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin',
Oh, my darlin', Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Bright she was, and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine,
Pairing boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
oh my darlin' Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Stubbed her toe upon a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
You are lost and gone forever
Crippled sorry Clementine
Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles clear and fine
But, alas, I was no swimmer.
Bon voyage, my Clementine.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling,
oh, my darling Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
There's a churchyard on the hillside
There grow roses amid the poses
nourished by my Clementine.
Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin',
oh, my darlin' Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Grateful, sorry, Clementine
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
So I kissed her little sister
Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin',
oh, my darlin', Clementine
You are lost gone forever,
Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin',
oh, my darlin', Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
