| Oh my darling |
| Oh my darling |
| Oh my darling Clementine |
| In a cavern in a canyon |
| Excavating for a mine |
| Lived a miner forty-niner |
| And his offspring Clementine |
| Light she was and like a fairy |
| And her shoes were number nine |
| Herring boxes without topses |
| That’s my chick dear Clementine |
| Oh my darling |
| Oh my darling |
| Oh my darling Clementine |
| You are lost and gone forever |
| Dreadful sorry Clementine |
| Drove the ducklings to the water |
| Every morning just about nine |
| Hit her foot on a splinter |
| And toppled into the foaming brine Clementine |
| Her ruby lips above the water |
| Blowing bubbles soft and fine |
| But alas I was no swimmer |
| So I lost dear Clementine |
| Oh my darling |
| Oh my darling |
| Oh my darling Clementine |
| You are lost and gone forever |
| Dreadful sorry Clementine |
| In my dreams she still does haunt me |
| Robed in garments soaked in brine |
| Though in life I used to squeeze her |
| Now she’s dead poor Clementine |