Clementine Bobby Darin (#21 in 1960)

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner, forty-niner and his daughter, Clementine.
    Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine!
    Though are lost and gone forever, dreadful sorry, Clementine.

Light she was, and like a fairy and her shoes were number nine,
Herring boxers without topses sandals were for Clementine.
Drove the ducklings to the water every morning just at nine,
Hit her foot against a splinter fell into the foaming brine.
Saw her lips above the water blowing bubbles mighty fine,
But, alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.
How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine.
But I kissed her little sister and forgot my Clementine.
Now my boys should take the moral of this little song of mine:
Artificial respiration would have save my Clementine.