Clementine

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, oh, my darling

Oh, my darling Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine

Drove her 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

Now you scouts may learn the moral

Of this little tale of mine

Artificial respiration

Would have saved my Clementine

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling

Oh, my darling Clementine

You are lost and gone forever

Dreadful sorry, Clementine