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.