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
Thou art 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
CHORUS
Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter
Fell into the foaming brine
CHORUS
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine,
But alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine
CHORUS
Then the miner, forty-niner
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter jine he daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine
CHORUS
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

A remarkable ballad developed in San Francisco toward the end of
the nineteeth century It became a favorite college song during
the Reconstruction period
Additional verses (Boy Scouts and others)RG
In a churchyard, 'neath a gravestone
Where the myrtle doth entwine
There are posies, and some roses
Fertilized by Clementine
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clementine!
Till I kissed her little sister
And forgot my Clementine
All you Boy Scouts, take fair warning
From this dreadful tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine
Recorded by the Weavers
@love @death
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