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In a cavern, in a canyon, |
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Excavating for a mine |
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Dwelt a miner forty niner, |
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And his daughter Clementine |
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Light she was and like a fairy, |
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And her shoes were number nine, |
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Herring boxes, without topses, |
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Sandals were for Clementine. |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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Oh my darling, Clementine! |
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Drove she ducklings to the water |
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Every morn just at nine, |
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Hit her foot against a splinter, |
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Fell into the foaming brine. |
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Ruby lips above the water, |
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Blowing bubbles, soft and fine, |
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But, alas, I was no swimmer, |
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So I lost my Clementine. |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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Oh my darling, Clementine! |
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And the minor forty niner |
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Soon began to peak and pine |
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Thought he oughta join his daughter |
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Now he's left with Clementine |
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In my dreams she still upon me |
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Broken garments soaked in brine |
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Though in life I used to hug her, |
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In death I draw the line |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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Oh my darling, Clementine! |
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(Oh my darling, oh my darling) |
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How I missed her! How I missed her, |
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How I missed my Clementine, |
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So I kissed her little sister, |
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And I forgot my Clementine. |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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Oh my darling, Clementine! |
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(Oh my darling, oh my darling) |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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You are lost and gone, Clementine! |
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Clementine |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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Oh my darling, Clementine! |
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(Oh my darling, oh my darling) |
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Clementine! Clementine! |
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You are lost and gone, Clementine! |
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Clementine! |
