Clementine
1.
In a cavern, in a canyon,Excavating for a mine,Dwelt a miner, fortyniner,And his daughter Clementine.
ChorusOh my darling, oh my darling,Oh my darling Clementine!Thou art lost and gone for ever,Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
2.Light she was and like a fairy,And her shoes were number nine;Herringboxes, without topses,Sandals were for Clementine.
3.Drove she ducklings, to the water,Ev'ry morning, just at nine;Hit her foot against a splinter,Fell into the foaming brine.
4.Ruby lips above the waterBlowing bubbles mighty fineBut alas I was no swimmer,So I lost my Clementine.
5.In a corner of the churchyardWhere the myrtle boughs entwine,Grow the roses in their posies,Fertilised by Clementine.
6.Then the miner, fortyniner,Soon began to peak and pine;Thought he ought to join his daughterNow he's with his Clementine.
7.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 draw the line.
8.How I missed, her, how I missed her,How I missed my Clementine!But I kissed her little sister,And forgot my Clementine.