In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine. |: Oh my darling, oh my darling,    Oh my darling Clementine    You are 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. Walking lightly as a fairy, Though her shoes were number nine, Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping, Lovely girl, my Clementine. Drove she ducklings to the water Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine.