clementine

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,
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

oh my darling...


drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.

oh my darling...

ruby lips above the water
blowing bubbles soft and fine
but alas i was no swimmer,
so i lost my clementine.

oh my darling...

then the miner,fortyniner
soon began to peak and pine,
thought he ought to join his daughter
now he’s with his clementine.

oh my darling...

now she’s dead she still doth haunt me
robed in garments soaked in brine
though in life i used to hug her
now she’s dead i draw the line.

oh my darling...