Clementine

In the dark hollow of the mountain
the miner August digs in
for his aunt's diamonds
with his daughter Clementine

Delicate like a filly was his daughter,
her hair was like grain.
And the big herring tins
she wore as shoes, Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling Clementine.
Sweet trample feet,
lovely head, straw within.

Once she drove her ducks
and the pig to the pond.
Started stumbling, started bumbling
and fell into the river.

And from the bottom, bubbles floated
gigantic, like a zeppelin.
But I, worse, am no swimmer!
So I lost Clementine.

Oh my darling...

I miss her cash,
and I lay down sadly.
Counting her sisters since yesterday
and forgetting Clementine.

Oh my darling...