Clementine

in a cavern, in a canyon
 excavating for a mine, lived a miner forty-niner
 and his daughter, clementine
 light she was, like a fairy
 and her shoes were number nine
 herring boxes without topses
 sandals were for clementine
 oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' clementine
 you were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, clementine
 drove she ducklings to the water
 every morning, just at nine
 hit her foot against a splinter
 fell into the foaming brine
 ruby lips above the water
 blowing bubbles, soft and fine
 but alas, i was no swimmer
 so i lost my clementine
 oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' clementine
 you were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, clementine
 when the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine
 thought he oughta join his daughter,
 now he's with his clementine
 in the corner, of the churchyard
 where the myrtle bows and twines
 grow the roses in their poses, fertilized by clementine
 oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' clementine
 you were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, clementine
 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'll draw the line
 how i miss her, how i miss her, how i miss my clementine
 so i kiss her little sister...
 and forgot my clementine
 oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' clementine
 you were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, clementine