In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine
Oh, my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin', Clementine!
You were 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,
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine.
When the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.
In the corner, of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle bows and twines,
Grow the roses in their poses,
Fertilized by Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine.
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, I'll draw the line.
How I miss her, how I miss her,
How I miss my Clementine!
So I kiss her little sister...
And forgot my Clementine
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