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!

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.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry 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!
Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Ruby 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!

Thou art lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
How I missed her! How I missed her,

How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine