(合唱)
哦，我的心肝寶貝克萊門泰!
哦，可憐的孩子一去不回來！
她的光明似天使，
腳上穿的九號鞋，
擠得腳趾像鯡魚，
唯有草鞋最合適。

每天早晨九點鐘，
趕著小鴨下水去。
一回腳踩尖片上，
立刻滑進深水中。

兩片朱唇露水面，
一串氣泡輕浮起。
唉呀!我可從沒下過水
無奈見她沈水底。

山洞旁，教堂墓地，
長春花開真美麗。
還有玫瑰與小花，
爭相吮吸女兒體。

四十九歲的礦工，
日漸消瘦又憔悴，
心想追她到地府，
以便父女再相會。

她在夢中縈繞我，
渾身依舊水沾衣。
生前我們常相擁，
如今生死兩分離。

In a cavern, in a canyon,
Excavating for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner,
And his daughter Clementine

CHORUS:
Oh my darling, O my darling, O 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 against a splinter,
Fell into the foaming brine.

Rudy lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles soft and fine;
Alas, for me! I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.

Then the miner, forty-niner,
Soon began to peak and pine,
Thought he oughter line his daughter
Now he』s with his Clementine.

In my dream she oft doth haunt me,
With her garments soaked in brine,
Though in life I used to hug her,
Now she』s dead I draw the line.