Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone forever. Dreadful sorry, Clementine. In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine. Walking lightly as a fairy, Though her shoes were number nine, Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping, Lovely girl, my Clementine. Chorus: Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling, Clementine! Thou art lost and gone forever. Dreadful sorry, Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the river Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a sliver, Fell into the foaming brine. Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles, soft and fine, But, alas, I was no swimmer, So I lost my Clementine. Then the miner forty-niner, He began to weep and pine, Thought he oughtta join his daughter... Now he's with his Clementine. In a churchyard on a hillside Where the myrtle boughs entwine, There grow rosies and some posies Fertilized by Clementine. How I missed her! How I missed her, How I missed my Clementine! So I kissed her little sister And forgot my Clementine. In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Robed in garments soaked in brine. Though in life I used to hug her, Now she's dead, I'll draw the line.