Clementine (In a cavern)

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

Ref.: Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling Clementine!
Thou art lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine!

2) Light she was and like a fairy
and her shoes were number nine;
herring-boxes, without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.

3) Drove she ducklings to the water
ev’ry morning, just at nine;
hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.

4) Saw her lips above the water
blowing bubbles soft and fine;
but alas! I was no swimmer,
so I lost my Clementine.

5) In a corner of the churchyard,
where the myrtle boughs entwine,
grow the roses in their posies
fertilized by Clementine.

6) Then the miner, forty-niner,
soon began to peak and pine,
thought he oughter jine his daughter
now he’s with his Clementine.

7) 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.

8) How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine!
But I kissed her little sister,
and forgot my Clementine.