CLEMENTINE (Montrose)
(Percy Montrose 1884)

as recorded by
Connie Francis & The Jordanaires
1961


In a cavern in a canyon,]
Excavatin' for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty niner
And his daughter Clementine.

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine,
You are lost and gone for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!

Soft she was and like a fairy,
And her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without topses
Were the shoes for Clementine!

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine,
You are lost and gone for ever,
Awful sorry, Clementine!

She drove ducklings to the water,
Every mornin', just at nine.
Hit her foot against a splinter,
Fell into the foamin' brine!

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine,
You are lost and gone for ever,
Dreadful sorry, Clementine!

Ruby lips above the water,
Blowin' bubbles soft and fine.
Alas for Clem he was no swimmer,
So he lost his Clementine.

Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',
Oh my darlin' Clementine,
You are lost and gone for ever,
Awful sorry, Clementine!




(Transcribed by Peter Akers - July 2017)