Pretty Clementine

Written by Nicolette Good. Copyright 2012.

What would it take to take a mine from a 49er
And the gold that’s buried there?
There’s nothing more in the world he adores than his pretty daughter,
Lonely and fair
I think I’ll take her out, clean her up, win her over,
Sweep her right off of her feet
Ruby red roses, daffodils, wrapped in clover
And a deal he’ll never beat

Pretty Clementine took me down to the water,
To the dark and foaming brine
But her foot did catch a splinter
What a shame, who’s to blame? Won’t somebody calm the 49er?
Pretty Clementine took a fall into the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine
But alas I was no swimmer
That’s how I lost my Clementine

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine
Then the miner, 49er, he began to pique and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter, now he’s with his Clementine

But behold the gold that shone from the bottom of a wishing well
The most beautiful light you have ever seen
A gold whose light shone much farther than
The human ear could hear a scream

Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine
You were lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry Clementine
In a church yard on the hillside where the posies weep and twine
There grow roses in their poses on the grave of Clementine
And in my dreams, she still does haunt me
Wearing garments soaked in brine
In life, I may have loved her
But the miner’s mine is mine