In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine Dwelt a miner forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling, Clementine! You are lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine Light she was and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes, without topses, Sandals were for Clementine.