[1] In a cavern in a canyon
Excavating for a [5] mine
Lived a [4] miner forty-[1]-niner
And his [5] daughter Clemen-[1]-tine

[1] Oh my darling oh my darling
Oh my darling Clemen-[5]-tine
You are [2m] lost and gone for-[1]-ever
Dreadful [5] sorry Clemen-[1]-tine

Light she was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses
Sandals were for Clementine

Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just at nine
Stubbed her toe upon 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

There's a churchyard on the hillside
Where the flowers grow and twine
There grow roses amongst the posies
Fertilized by Clementine