Clementine

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

Oh my darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Drove she 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
But alas, I was no swimmer,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

In my dreams I still do see her,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
In my life I used to love her
But she is gone, my Clementine