Oh My Darling, 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, you're gone

forever. What a pity,

Clementine.

She was graceful like a fairy,

and her shoes were number

nine. Little cases

tied with laces. Oh, how

dainty, Clementine.

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh,

my darling Clementine.

You are lost, you're gone

forever.

What a pity,

Clementine.

She drove ducklings to the water

every morning just at

nine. Hit her foot

against a splinter. Ouch! Fell

into the foaming

brine.

Ruby lips below the water,

blowing bubbles soft and

fine. It's no news since

I ain't no swimmer,

so I lost my

Clementine.

Oh, my darling, oh, my darling,

oh, my darling Clementine.

You are lost, you're gone forever.

What a pity,

Clementine