Clementine
Tradition
In a cavern, in a canyon excavating for a mine; Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine. [Refrain :] Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine You are lost and 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. [Refrain] Walking lightly as a fairy, Though her shoes were number nine, Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping, Lovely girl, my Clementine [Refrain] Drove she ducklings to the water Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine. [Refrain] Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, But alas, I was no swimmer, Neither was my Clementine. [Refrain] In a churchyard near the canyon, Where the myrtle doth entwine, There grow rosies and some posies, Fertilized by Clementine. [Refrain] Then, the miner, forty-niner, Soon began to fret and pine, Thought he oughter join his daughter, So he's now with Clementine. [Refrain] I'm so lonely, lost without her, Wish I'd had a fishing line, Which I might have cast about her, Might have saved my Clementine. [Refrain] In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Robed in garments soaked with brine, Then she rises from the waters, And I kiss my Clementine. [Refrain] Listen fellers, heed the warning Of this tragic tale of mine, Artificial respiration Could have saved my Clementine [Refrain] How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine, Til I kissed her little sister, And forgot my Clementine. [Refrain]