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In a cavern down by a canyon |
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Excavatin' for a mine |
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There lived a miner from North Carolina |
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And his daughter Chubby Clementine |
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Now, every mornin', yeah just about dawnin' |
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When the sun began to shine |
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You know she would rouse up, wake all dem cows up |
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And walk 'em down to her daddy's mine |
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I took the footbridge way 'cross the water |
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Though she weighed two ninety-nine |
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The old bridge trembled and disassembled, oops |
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Dumped her into the foamy brine |
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Hey, crack like thunder, huh, huh |
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You know she went under, huh, huh |
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Blowin' bubbles down the line |
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Hey, I'm no swimmer but were she slimmer |
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I might have saved that Clementine |
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Ho, she broke the record way under water |
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I thought that she was doin' fine |
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I wasn't nervous not until the service |
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Of that they held for Clementine |
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Hey, you sailor, huh, huh way out in your whaler |
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With your harpoon in your trusty line |
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If she shows now, yell "There she blows now" |
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It just may be Chunky Clementine |
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One more time |
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Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin' |
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Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin' |
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Oh, my darlin' sweet Clementine |
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You may be gone but you're not forgotten |
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Fare thee well so long |
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Clementine, bye |
