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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
In a churchyard near the canyon 
Where the myrtle doth entwine
There grow roses and other posies,
Fertilized by Clementine
Then the miner, '49-er, 
Soon began to peak and pine
Thought be 'oughter join his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, 
Robed in garments soaked with brine
Tho' in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead I draw the line
Now ye Boy Scouts, heed the warning 
To this tragic tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine
How I missed her (x2) 
How I missed my Clementine
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine

A ’49-er was a miner in the gold rush of 1849