In a cavern, by 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 for ever,
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 for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!
Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry 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,
Thou art lost and gone for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!
Ruby 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,
Thou art lost and gone for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!
How I missed her, how I missed 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,
Thou art lost and gone for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!
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