In a canyon, in a cavern
Excavating for a mine
Lived a miner, forty-niner
And his daughter, clementine
Light she was, and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for 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
'Las for me, I was no swimmer
So I lost my clementine
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Oh my darlin', oh my darlin'
Oh, my darlin' clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorry, clementine