In a canyon, in a cavern
excavating for a mine
lived a miner, forty-niner
and his daughter, 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,
every morning, just at nine
hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine
Ruby lips above the water,
blowing bubbles, soft and fine
'las for me, i was no swimmer,
so i lost my clementine
Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
oh my darlin' clementine,
you are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, clementine