| In a cavern, in a canyon excavating for a mine Dwelt 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 the ducklings to the water ev'ry 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 Alas for me - I was no swimmer so I lost my Clementine |
