In a cavern, down by a canyon, excavating for a mine, there lived a miner from North Carolina and his daughter, Chubby Clementine. Now every morning, just about dawning, when the sun began to shine, you know she would rouse up, wake all of them cows up, and walk them down to her daddy's mine. I took the footbridge, we crossed the water, though she weighed two ninety-nine, the old bridge trembled and disassembled, whoops, dumped her into the foamy brine. Hey, crack like thunder, ho, ho, you know she went under, ho, ho, a-blowin' bubbles bl-bl-bl-bl-bl-blub down the line. Hey, I'm no swimmer, but were she slimmer, I might have saved that Clementine. She broke the record way underwater, I thought that she was doing fine. I wasn't nervous, not until the service that day held for Clementine. Hey, you sailor, way out on your whaler with your harpoon in your trusty line. If she shows now, yeah, there she blows now, it just may be chunky Clementine. One more time! Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin', sweet Clementine. You may be gone, but you're not forgotten, fare thee well, so long Clementine. Bye!