In a cannon, by a cannon, excavating for a mine,
Floated miner, forty miner, and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.
Like she was sent, like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without toxin, sandals were for Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
Clover darklings to the water, every morning just at nine,
Struck her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.
Oh I missed her, oh I missed her Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine.
Oh I missed her, oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine.