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 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 topses sandals were for clementine chorus drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine hit her foot against a splinter fell into the foaming brine chorus ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and fine but alas i was no swimmer so i lost my clementine