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
you are 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.

Oh my Darling
oh my Darling
oh my Darling Clementine
you are lost and gone forever dreadful sorry
Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine
stubbed her too against a splinter
fell into the foaming brine.

Oh my Darling
oh my Darling
oh my Darling Clementine
you are lost and gone forever dreadful sorry
Clementine. [bad word] lips above the water
blowing bubbles soft and fine
but
alas
I was no swimmer
so I lost my Clementine.

Oh my Darling
oh my Darling
oh my Darling Clementine
you are lost and gone forever dreadful sorry
Clementine.

How I missed her
how I missed her
how I missed my Clementine
till I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine.