In a cavern, in a canyon

EXcavating for a mine

Lived a miner forty-niner

And his daughte, Clementine

Oh, my daring, oh, my daring

Oh, my daring Clementine

Yoy are lost and gone forever

Dreaful sorry and like a fairy

Light she was and like a fairy

And her shoes were number nine

Herring boxex without topses

Sandals were for Clementine

Drove her ducklings to the water

Every moring 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

Then the miner, forty-niner

Soon began to peak and pine

Thought he oughta join his daughter

Now he's with his Clememtine

There is a churchyard on the hillside

Where the flowers grow and twine

There grow roses, mongst the posies

Fertilized by clementine

In my dreams she still doth haunt me

Robed in garlands soaked in brine

Though in life I used to huf her

Now she is dead, I draw the line

Now you scouts may learn the moral

Of this little tale of mine

Artficial respiration

Would have saved my Clementine

How I missed her, how i missed her

How I missed my Clementine

Till I kissed her little sister

And forget my Clementine

Oh, my daring, oh, my darinf

Oh, my daring Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry

Clementine

Clementine