1.
In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine.

R.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling, Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine

2.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes, without topses,
Sandals were for Clementine.

3.
Drove she ducklings to the water,
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

4.
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

5.
In a churchyard on a hillside,
Where the flowers grow and twine,
There grow roses amongst the posies,
Fertilised by Clementine.

6.
Then the miner forty-niner
He began to weep and pine,
For his darling little daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.

7.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments, soaked in brine,
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead I draw the line.

8.
How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.