Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorrow, Clementine
Excavating for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty-niner
And his daughter, Clementine
Though her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes, without topses
Sandals were for Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorrow, Clementine
Every morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas, I was no swimmer
So I lost my Clementine
Oh my darling, Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
Dreadful sorrow, Clementine
Dreadful sorrow, Clementine
Clementine