Key of C
In a [C] cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a [G] mine, dwelt a [F] miner forty-[C]-niner and his [G] daughter, Clemen-[C]-tine
Yes I [C] loved her, how I loved her, though her shoes were number [G] nine. Herring [F] boxes, without [C] topses. Sandals [G] were for Clemen-[C]-tine
[CHORUS] – – – – – Oh my [C] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clemen-[G]-tine. You are [F] lost and gone [C] forever. Dreadful [G] sorrow, Clemen-[C]-tine.
Drove the [C] horses to the water, every morning just at [G] nine. Hit her [F] foot against a [C] splinter. Fell [G] into the foaming [C] brine
Ruby [C] lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and [G] fine. But [F] alas, I was no [C] swimmer, so I [G] lost my Clemen- [C] -tine
[CHORUS] – – – – –
In a [C] corner of the churchyard, where the myrtle boughs en- [G] -twine, grow the [F] roses in their[C] poses, ferti- [G] -lized by Clemen-[C]-tine.
Now you [C] Boy Scouts, here’s the moral to this little tale of [G] mine: Arti- [F] -ficial respir- [C] -ation, would have [G] saved my Clemen-[C]-tine.
[CHORUS] – – – – – Oh my [C] darling, oh my darling, oh my darling, Clemen-[G]-tine. You are [F] lost and gone [C] forever. Dreadful [G] sorrow, Clemen-[C]-tine.
