Clementine (In a cavern) Traditional
In a [G]cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a [D7]mine,
Dwelt a [C]miner, forty-[G]niner,
And his [D7]daughter Clemen[G]tine.
Oh my [G]darling, oh my darling,
Oh my darling Clemen[D7]tine
Thou art [C]lost and gone for[G]ever,
Dreadful [D7]sorry, Clemen[G]tine.
Light she [G]was, and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number [D7]nine,
Herring [C]boxes without [G]topses,
Sandals [D7]were for Clemen[G]tine.
Walking [G]lightly as a fairy,
Though her shoes were number [D7]nine,
Sometimes [C]tripping, lightly [G]skipping,
Lovely [D7]girl, my Clemen[G]tine
Drove she [G]ducklings to the water
Ev'ry morning just at [D7]nine,
Hit her [C]foot against a [G]splinter,
Fell in[D7]to the foaming [G]brine.
Ruby [G]lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and [D7]fine,
But a[C]las, I was no [G]swimmer,
Neither [D7]was my Clemen[G]tine.
In a [G]churchyard near the canyon,
Where the myrtle doth en[D7]twine,
There grow [C]rosies and some [G]posies,
Ferti[D7]lized by Clemen[G]tine.
Then, the [G]miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to fret and [D7]pine,
Thought he [C]oughter join his [G]daughter,
So he's [D7]now with Clemen[G]tine.
I'm so [G]lonely, lost without her,
Wish I'd had a fishing [D7]line,
Which I [C]might have cast a[G]bout her,
Might have [D7]saved my Clemen[G]tine.
In my [G]dreams she still doth haunt me,
Robed in garments soaked with [D7]brine,
Then she [C]rises from the [G]waters,
And I [D7]kiss my Clemen[G]tine.
Listen [G]fellers, heed the warning
Of this tragic tale of [D7]mine,
Could have [D7]saved my Clemen[G]tine.
How I [G]missed her, how I missed her,
How I missed my Clemen[D7]tine,
'Til I [C]kissed her little [G]sister,
And for[D7]got my Clemen[G]tine.