Connie Francis Clementine
In a cavern in a canyon excavatin' for a mine
Dwelt a miner fortyniner and his daughter Clementine
Oh my darling oh my darling oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever dreadful sorry Clementine
Soft she was and like a fairy and her shoes were number
nine
Herring boxes without topses were the shoes for
Clementine
Oh my darling oh my darling...
She drove ducklings to the water every morning just at
nine
Hit her foot against a splinter fell into the foaming
brine
Oh my darling oh my darling...
Ruby lips above the water blowing bubbles soft and fine
Alas for me he was no swimmer so he lost my Clementine
Oh my darling oh my darling...
