In a cavern, in a canyon Excavating for a mine Dwelt 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
Clementine! Clementine! Oh my darling, 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 But, alas, i was no swimmer So i lost my clementine
Clementine! Clementine! Oh my darling, clementine!
Then the miner forty niner Soon began to peak and pine Thought he ought´er join his daughter Now he´s with his clementine In my dreams she still does haunt me Robed in garments soaked in brine Though in life i used to hug her In death i draw the line
Clementine! Clementine! Oh my darling, clementine!
How i missed her! How i missed her How i missed my clementine So i kissed her little sister I forgot my clementine
Clementine! Clementine! Oh my darling, clementine!