In a cavern in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darlin', Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin', Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Drove her 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.
Now you stomped me there's a moral to this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration, would have saved my Clementine.
How I missed her. How I missed her.
How I missed my Clementine.
'Til I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
Nashville Kids' Sound - Clementine Lyrics
Nashville Kids' Sound - Clementine Lyrics
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In a cavern in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darlin', Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin', Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Drove her 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.
Now you stomped me there's a moral to this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration, would have saved my Clementine.
How I missed her. How I missed her.
How I missed my Clementine.
'Til I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
Dwelt a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darlin', Oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin', Clementine.
You are lost and gone forever.
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Drove her 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.
Now you stomped me there's a moral to this little tale of mine.
Artificial respiration, would have saved my Clementine.
How I missed her. How I missed her.
How I missed my Clementine.
'Til I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.
Writer: TRADITIONAL, ROBERT A WHITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC