In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner, '49-er,
And his daughter Clementine
O my darling (x3) Clementine
You are lost & 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
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Stubbed her toe 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
A ’49-er was a miner in the gold rush of 1849