Here's the complete version of the song as printed in "The New Song Fest":


MY DARLING CLEMENTINE

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine.

(chorus)
Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine,
You are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.

Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot agains a splinter, fell into the foaming brine.

Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine,
Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.

In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine,

Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine;
Thought he oughter jine his daughter--now he's with his Clementine.

In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine,
Though in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I draw the line.

Now ye Boy Scouts, heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine;
Artificial respiration would have saved my Clementine.

How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine,
Til I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

--seed