Clementine - Good Lovelies

In a cavern, in a canyon

Excavating for a mine

Lived a miner forty-niner

And his daughter, Clementine

Oh, my darlin', oh my darlin'

Oh my darlin', Clementine!

You were 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

Drove she 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

When the miner, forty-niner

Soon began to peak and pine

Thought he oughta join his daughter

Now he’s with his Clementine

In the corner, of the churchyard

Where the myrtle bows and twines

Grow the roses in their poses

Fertilized by Clementine

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 miss her, how I miss her

How I miss my Clementine!

So I kiss her little sister…

And forgot my Clementine