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 morn 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!

And the minor forty niner

Soon began to peak and pine

Thought he oughta join his daughter

Now he's left with Clementine

In my dreams she still upon me

Broken garments soaked in brine

Though in life I used to hug her,

In death I draw the line

Clementine! Clementine!

Oh my darling, Clementine!

(Oh my darling, oh my darling)

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 darling, Clementine!

(Oh my darling, oh my darling)

Clementine! Clementine!

You are lost and gone, Clementine!

Clementine

Clementine! Clementine!

Oh my darling, Clementine!

(Oh my darling, oh my darling)

Clementine! Clementine!

You are lost and gone, Clementine!

Clementine!