In a cavern, in 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 were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine Like she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine Herring boxes without topsies, sandals were for Clementine Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine You were 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 Clementine You were 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 were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine