In a cavern, in a canyon Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner forty-ninerAnd his daughter ClementineLight she was and like a fairy And her shoes were number nine Herring boxes without topses Sandals were for ClementineDrove she ducklings to the water Every morning just at nine Hit her foot against a splinter Fell into the foaming brineRuby lips above the water Blowing bubbles soft and fine But alas, I was no swimmer So I lost my ClementineThen the miner, forty-niner Soon began to peak and pine Thought he oughta join his daughter Now he"s with his Clementine In my dreams she still doth haunt me Robed in garlands soaked in brine Though in life I used to hug her Now she"s dead, I draw the line.* Oh, my darling, oh, my darling Oh, my darling Clementine Now I lost and gone foreverDreadful sorry, Clementine *