In a cavern, in a canyon Excavating for a mine Dwelt 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 Ev’ry 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 But, alas, I was no swimmer So I lost my Clementine Then the miner forty-niner He began to peak and pine Thought he oughta join his daughter Now he sleeps with Clementine 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 How I missed her! How I missed her How I missed my Clementine So I kissed her little sister And forgot my Clementine.