In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine
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
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Drove her 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 are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine
Now you scouts may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling
Oh, my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, Clementine