| lyric | 1. In a cavern, by a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
dwelt a miner, fortyniner,
and his daughter Clementine.
Ref.: Oh, my darling
oh my Darling, Clementine,
thou art lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry Clementine.
Light she was, end like a fairy
and her shoes were number nine,
herring baxes, without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.
Brave she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
struck her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
Rosy Iips above the water,
blowing bubbles mighty fine.
But, alas! I was no swimmer,
so ! lost my Clementine.
How I missed her! How I missed her!
How I missed my Clementinel
But ! kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine. |