| In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt 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. In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt 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. |