In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
Drove her 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
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he s with his Clementine
There s a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses, mongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine
In my dreams she still doth haunt me
Robed in garlands soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now she s dead, I draw the line
Now you scouts may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine