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.

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，

Hit her foot against a splinter，

Fell into the foaming brine.

Oh， my darling， oh， my darling，

Oh， my darling， oh， Clementine.

You are 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.

You are lost and gone forever，

Dreadful sorry Clementine.