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 Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brine.
 [bad word] 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 miner forty-niner Soon began to weep and pine Thought he oughta join his daughter Now he's with his Clementine
 
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Robed in garments soaked in brine. Though in life I used to hug her, Now in death, I'll draw the line
 
Clementine, Clementine! Oh my darling, Clementine!
 
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! Clementine, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone, Clementine! Clementine, Clementine! Oh my darling, Clementine! Clementine, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone, Clementine!
 
Clementine!