Near a cavern, across from a canyon,

Excavating for a mine,

Lived 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.

Light she was and like a fairy,

And her shoes were number nine

Herring boxes without topses

Sandals were for Clementine.

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Drove she ducklings to the water

Every morning just at nine,

Hit her foot against a splinter

Fell into the foaming brine.

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Ruby lips above the water,

Blowing bubbles soft and fine,

But alas, I was no swimmer,

So I lost my Clementine.

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Then the miner, forty-niner,

Soon began to peak and pine,

Thought he oughter join his daughter,

Now he's with his Clementine.

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In the church yard in the canyon

Where the myrtle doth entwine

There grows roses and other posies

Fertilized by Clementine.

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How i missed her, how i missed her, how i missed my Clementine!

Til' i kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.