Well, boys and girls, here's a song that your granny and your pappy sang when they were just a little boy and little girl like you. In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his darling Clementine. Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin' 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. Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin' Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry Clementine. Drove the ducklings to the water every morning just at nine, hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine. Oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin', oh, my darlin' Clementine, you are lost and gone forever, dreadful, sorry Clementine.