D
In a cavern, in a canyon
Excavating for a
A
mine
Dwelt a
G
miner,
forty-
D
niner
And his
A
daughter
Clemen
D
tine
REFREIN:
Oh my
D
darling, oh my darling
Oh my darling Clemen
A
tine
You are
G
gone and lost for
D
ever
Dreadfull
A
sorry
Clemen
D
tine
Light she
D
was and like a fairy
And her shoes were number
A
nine
Herring
G
boxes without
D
topses
Sandles
A
were for Clemen
D
tine
Drove her
D
ducklings to the water
Every morning just at
A
nine
Hit her
G
foot against a
D
splinter
Fell in
A
to the foaming
D
brine
Ruby
D
lips above the water
Blowing bubbles, soft and
A
fine
But al
G
as, I was no
D
swimmer
So I
A
lost my Clemen
D
tine
Then the
D
miner,
forty-niner
Soon began to weep and
A
pine
Thought he
G
ought to join his
D
daughter
Now he’s
A
with his Clemen
D
tine
In my
D
dreams she still does haunt me
Roped in garments soaked in
A
brine
Though in
G
life I used to
D
hug
her
Now she’s
A
dead I draw the
D
line
How I
D
missed her, how I missed her
How I missed my Clemen
A
tine
But I
G
kissed her little
D
sister
And for
A
got my Clemen
D
tine