Clementine

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine.

Chorus:
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 where number nine.
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.

Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine.
But alas, I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine!

Listen Boy Scouts, heed the warning, of this tragic tale of mine.
Artificial respiration, could have saved my Clementine!