Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt 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

Soft she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Were the shoes for Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Hopeful sorry, Clementine

She drove ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot 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

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
Alas for claimed he was no swimmer
So he lost his Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Hopeful sorry, Clementine