In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty niner,
And his daughter Clementine [bad word] 
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine. --Chor.
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. -- Chor.
How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine. -- Chor.
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How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine. -- Chor.
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How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine.
So I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine.
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In a churchyard on a hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses amongst the posies
Flowers for my Clementine. -- Chor.
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Then the miner forty-niner
He began to weep and pine
For his darling little daughter
Now he's with his Clementine—Chor.
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In a churchyard on a hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses amongst the posies
On the grave of Clementine—Chor.
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In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses in their poses,
Fertilized by Clementine. -- Chor.
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Then the miner forty niner,
He began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughta join his daughter
Now he's with his Clementine. -- Chor.
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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'll draw the line.[1] -- Chor.
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Now you Boy Scouts, there's a moral
To this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration,
Would have saved my Clementine. -- Chor.
[edit]Alternative lyrics
In the centre of a golden valley,
Dwelt a maiden all divine,
pretty creature a miner's daughter,
And her name was Clementine. [bad word] 
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
My darling Clementine,
You are lost for me forever,
Dear sweet darling, Clementine.
Her noble father was the foreman
Of ev'ry valued mine,
And ev'ry miner and ranchman,
Was a brother to Clementine. -- Chor.
The foreman miner, an old forty niner,
In dreams and thoughts sublime,
Lived [bad word] with his daughter,
His pretty child Clementine. -- Chor.
When far away, he would often pray,
That in his sunny clime,
No harm might overtake her,
His favorite nugget, Clementine. -- Chor.
When the day was done and the setting sun,
Its rays they ceased to shine,
Homeward came the brawny miner,
To caress his Clementine. -- Chor.
None was nearer, none was dearer,
Since the days of forty-nine,
When, in youth, he had another,
Who was then his Clementine. -- Chor.
She led her ducks down to the river,
The weather it was fine,
Stubbed her toe against a sliver,
Fell into the raging brine. -- Chor.
He heard her calling: "Father, father!"
Her voice was like a chime,
But alas he was no swimmer,
So he lost his Clementine. -- Chor.
How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Till I kissed her little sister,
Bouyon my Clementine. -- Chor.
[edit]Additional verse
I took her, on a picnic,
Oh, how the Sun did shine.
But she’s 'llergic to bee stings
To the doctor, Clementine—Chor.