Oh My Darling, Clementine

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In a cavern, in a canyon, Percy Montrose College Songs (Waite, 1887).djvu|page=22

College Songs (Waite, 1887)[edit]

College Songs (Waite, 1887).djvu
College Songs (Waite, 1887).djvu

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.


Drove she ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at nine,
Stubbed her toe against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.


Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.


In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs en twine,
Grow the roses and the posies,
Fertilized by Clementine.


Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter join his daughter,
Now he's with his Clementine.


In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked in brine;
How in life I used to hug her,
Now she's dead, and I draw the line.

Cle-men-tine, Cle-men-tine, Clemen-Cle-men-time.

tine, Cle-mentine, Cle-mentine, Clemen-Cle-men-time.tine, Cle-mentine, Oh Cle-mentine, Oh Clemen-Cle-men-time.

Cle-men-tine, Oh Cle-men-tine, Oh Clemen-Cle-men-time.

tine, Cle-mentine, Oh Cle-mentine, Oh Clemen-Cle-men-time.

Cle-men-tine, Oh Cle-men-tine, Oh Clemen-Cle-men-time.

Version by Barker Bradford (1885)[edit]

In the centre of a golden valley,
Dwelt a maiden all divine,
A pretty creature a miner's daughter
And her name was Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
My darling Clementine,
Thou art lost for me forever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Her noble father was the foreman
Of ev'ry valued mine,
And ev'ry miner and ranchman
Was a brother to Clementine.
The foreman miner, an old forty niner,
In dreams and thoughts sublime,
Lived in comfort with his daughter,
His pretty child Clementine.
When far away, he would often pray
That in his sunny clime
No harm might overtake her,
His favorite nugget, Clementine.
When the day was done and the setting sun
Its rays they ceased to shine,
Homeward came the brawney miner
To caress his Clementine.
None was nearer, none was dearer,
Since the days of forty-nine
When, in youth, he had another
Who was then his Clementine.
She led her ducks down to the river,
The weather it was fine,
Stubbed her toe against a sliver,
Fell into the raging brine.
He heard her calling: father,
Her voice was like a chime,
But alas he was no swimmer,
So he lost his Clementine

Humorous Version (last verse)[edit]

Listen Boy Scouts, heed the warning
In this tragic tale of mine,
Artificial respiration,
Would have saved my Clementine!

Slightly different verses from other versions[edit]

Walking lightly as a fairy,
Though her shoes were number nine
Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping,
Lovely girl, my Clementine.
There's a churchyard on a hillside,
Where the flowers bloughs entwine,
They grow roses amongst the posies,
Fertilized by Clementine
In a church yard, by the hillside,
There grow roses well entwined,
And some posies 'mongst the roses,
Sprung to life by Clementine
How I missed her! How I missed her,
How I missed my Clementine,
But I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine.
Thought I missed her, til I kissed her
Little sister that one time
Now I hardly think about her
My poor darling, Clementine
I'm so lonely, lost without her,
Wish I'd had a fishing line,
Which I might have cast about her,
Might have saved my Clementine.
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked with brine,
Then she rises from the waters,
And I kiss my Clementine
Now you kids [or Scouts] may learn the moral
Of this little tale of mine
Artificial respiration
Would have saved my Clementine

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.