(tune: traditional folk song)

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, fort
And his daughter, Clementine.

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

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

Drove her 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
Alas for me! I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine.

In a corner of the churchyard
Where the myrtle boughs entwine
Grow the roses in their poses
Fertilized by Clementine.

In my dreams she still haunts me
Robed in garments soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her
Now shes dead Ill draw the line.

How I missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine
So I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine.