Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-nine
And his daughter, Clementine.
Chours:
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clementine,
Thou art 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,
Ev’ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Saw her lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my 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 draw the line.