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

Chorus

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.

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

Ruby lips above the water
Blowing bubbles soft and fine;
As for me, I was no swimmer
And I lost my Clementine.

How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
Then I kissed her little sister,
And forgot dear Clementine.