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 ...    Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine    stubbed her too against a splinter  fell into the foaming brine.    Oh my Darling ...    Ruby lips above the water  blowing bubbles soft and fine    but  alas  I was no swimmer  so I lost my Clementine.    Oh my Darling ...    How I missed her  how I missed her  how I missed my Clementine    till I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine.    Oh my Darling ...