In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt 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.

Clementine
Clementine
Oh my darlin' Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Dig her foot there 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.

Clementine
Clementine
Oh my darlin' Clementine

Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
Though in life I used to hug her,
In death I draw the line

Clementine
Clementine
Oh my darlin' Clementine

How I missed her!
How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
So I kissed her little sister,
And I forgot my Clementine

Clementine
Clementine
Oh my darlin' Clementine


Clementine
Clementine
You are lost and gone
Clementine