Copyright, 1885, by Willis Woodward & Co.
In the centre of a golden valley
Dwelt a maiden all divine;
A pretty creature, a miner's daughter,
And her name was Clementine,
Her noble father was the foreman
Of every valued mine;
And every miner and ranchman
Was in love with Clementine.
Oh, my darling, oh, my darling,
My darling Clementine,
You are lost to me forever,
Dreadful sorrow, 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.-Chorus.
When the day was done, and the setting sun
Its rays they ceased to shine,
Homeward came the brawny 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.-Chorus.
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, calling father,
Her voice was like a chime;
But, alas! he was no swimmer,
So he lost his Clementine.-Chorus.