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THE CALIFORNIA SONG We've formed our band and we are all well manned To journey afar to the promised land Where the golden ore is thick in store On the banks of the Sacramento Cho: Then, ho, boys, ho! to California go, For the mountains bold are covered with gold On the banks of the Sacramento. Heigh ho! away we go, digging up gold in Frisco. Oh, the gold is thar most anywhar. They dig it out with an iron bar. And where it's thick, with a spade and pick. They've taken out lumps as big as a brick. Oh, don't you cry or heave a sigh, For we'll come back again, bye and bye. Don't have a fear or shed a tear, But patiently wait for about two years. We expect our share of the coarsest fare, And sometimes sleep in the open air. Upon the cold ground, we will sleep sound, Except when the wolves come howling round. Then we'll roam o'er the dark sea foam, But we'll never forget kind friends at home, For memory kind will bring to mind The thoughts of those we've left behind. In the days of old, the prophet told Of the city to come all paved with gold. Peradventure they forsaw the day Now dawning upon California. From the book, "Songs the Whalemen Sang," by Gale Huntington, 1964. filename[ SACRMNT3 XX |
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