Oh My Darlin' Clementine(1884) In a cavery in a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner forty-niner And his daughter Clementine Light She was and 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 are best and gone forever Dreadful sorry Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the water Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot againist a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine. Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, Alas, for me! I was no swimmer, So I lost my Clementine. Oh, my darlin', Oh my darlin', Oh, my darlin' Clementine You are lostand gone forever, Dreadful Sorry Clementine.