(A variant of the 1884 Percy Montrose classic, re-imagined as a narrative of the High Sierras and the Supply Trails.) In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, Lived a skinner, a mule-driver, and his daughter Clementine. He drove the hitches, ten in tandem, hauling salt and hauling wine, Up the narrow dusty ridges for the love of Clementine. (Chorus) Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine. With his whip-crack like a pistol, and a voice like mountain pine, He would guide them through the passes for the sake of Clementine. But a mule is made of thunder, and a trail is but a line, And the scree began to crumble 'neath the feet of Clementine. (Chorus) Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine. Not a splinter, but a boulder, from the jagged canyon spine, Sent the wagon and the teamsters far away from Clementine. Now the skinner haunts the hollows where the gold-veined rivers shine, Driving ghosts of twenty jack-mules in the name of Clementine. (Chorus) Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine, Thou art lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.
