Chorus:
(Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clemen-tine,
You are lost and gone for-ev-er,
Dreadful sorry Clemen-tine.)
In a cavern, In a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner forty-niner,
And his daughter Clemen-tine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine;
Herring boxes, without top-ses,
Sandals were for Clemen-tine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clemen-tine,
You are lost and gone for-ev-er,
Dreadful sorry Clemen-tine.
Drove she ducklings to the water,
Every morning just at nine;
Hit her foot against a splin-ter,
Fell into the foaming brine.
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine;
But Alas! I was no swim-mer,
So I lost my Clemen-tine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clemen-tine,
You are lost and gone for-ev-er,
Dreadful sorry Clemen-tine.
When the miner forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter "join" his daugh-ter,
Now he's with his Clemen-tine.
In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs ent-wine,
Grow the roses in their poses,
Fertilized by Clemen-tine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clemen-tine,
You are lost and gone for-ev-er,
Dreadful sorry Clemen-tine.
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.
How I missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clemen-tine.
So I kissed her little sis-ter,
And for-got my Clemen-tine.
Chorus:
Oh my darling, Oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clemen-tine,
You are lost and gone for-ev-er,
Dreadful sorry Clemen-tine.
Now you Boy Scouts, there's a moral
To this little tale of mine.
Artificial respira-tion,
Would have saved my Clemen-tine.
