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 Oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Oh, my darlin' clementine You are lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, clementine