In a cavern in a canyon. Excavating for a mine. Dwelt a miner forty-niner. And his daughter Clementine.. Light she was and like a fairy. And her shoes were number nine. Herring boxes without topses. Sandals were for Clementine.. Clementine. Clementine. Oh my darlin' Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the water. Ev'ry morning just at nine. Dig her foot there 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.. Clementine. Clementine. Oh my darlin' Clementine. Then the miner forty-niner. Soon began to peak and pine. Thought he oughter join his daughter. Now he's with his Clementine.. In my dreams she still doth haunt me. Robed in garments soaked in brine;. Though in life I used to hug her. In death I draw the line. Clementine. Clementine. Oh my darlin' Clementine. How I missed her!. How I missed her. How I missed my Clementine. So I kissed her little sister. And I forgot my Clementine. Clementine. Clementine. Oh my darlin' Clementine. . Clementine. Clementine. You are lost and gone. Clementine