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In a cavern, by a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, a forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine,
You are gone and lost 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 gone and lost forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

Drove she ducklings, to the water,
Every morning just at nine,
Struck her foot against a splinter.
Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine,
You are gone and lost forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

Rosy lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But alas I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine,
You are gone and lost forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.

How I missed her! How I messed her!
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
And forgot my Clementine

Oh my darling,
Oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine,
You are gone and lost forever,
Dreadful sorry Clementine.