Clementine

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 darling 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

Clementine Clementine

Oh my darling Clementine

Then the miner forty niner

He began to peak and pine

Thought he oughta join his daughter

Now he sleeps with Clementine

In my dreams she still doth haunt me

Robed in garments soaked in brine

Though in life I used to hug her

Now she's dead I draw the line

Clementine Clementine

Oh my darling Clementine

How I missed he how I missed her

How I missed my Clementine

So I kissed her little sister

And I forgot my Clementine

Clementine Clementine

Oh my darling Clementine

Clementine Clementine

Oh my darling Clementine

Clementine Clementine

Clementine Clementine

Oh my darling Clementine

Clementine Clementine

You are lost been gone Clementine

Clementine