(P. Montrose)



In a cavern, in a canyon

excavatin' for a mine

Dwelt a miner fortyniner

And his daughter Clementine.



Oh, my darling, oh, my darling

Oh, my darling, Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry Clementine.



Soft she was and like a fairy

And her shoes were number nine

Herring boxes without topses

Were the shoes for Clementine.



Oh, my darling, oh, my darling

Oh, my darling, Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry Clementine.



She drove 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.



Ruby lips above the water

Blowing bubbles soft and fine

Alas for me he was no swimmer

So he lost my Clementine.



Oh, my darling, oh, my darling

Oh, my darling, Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry Clementine...