Clementine

In a cavern, 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 Chorus Oh my darling, oh my darling Oh my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever I’m so sorry, Clementine