In a cavern down by a canyon, excavating for a mine, there lived a miner from North Carolina and his daughter, Joby Clementine. And every morning, hey, 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. She took the footbridge way across the water, though she weighed 299, the old bridge trembled and disassembled, whoops, dumped her into the foamy brine. Hey, crack like thunder, oh, oh, you know she went under, oh, oh, blowing bubbles down the line. Hey, I'm no swimmer, but was she slimmer? I might have saved that Clementine. Hey, broke the record way underwater, I thought that she was doing fine. I wasn't nervous until the service that they held for Clementine. Hey, you sailor, oh, oh, way out in your whaler, with a harpoon, your trusty line, if she shows now, yeah, there she blows now, it just may be chunky Clementine. One more time! Oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, oh, my darling, sweet Clementine. You may be gone, but you're not forgotten, farewell, so long Clementine, bye. © transcript Emily Beynon