Clementine
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
Thou art lost and gone for ever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone for ever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Walking lightly as a fairy, though her shoes were number nine,
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping, lovely girl, my Clementine
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone for ever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell in to the foaming brine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone for ever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But a-las, I was no swimmer, so I lost Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone for ever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine,
Though in life I used to hug her, now she’s dead I draw the line!
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
Thou art lost and gone for ever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
