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THE LOUSY MINER 1. It's four long years since I reached this land In search of gold among the rocks and sand, And yet I'm poor, when the truth is told, I'm a lousy miner, I'm a lousy miner In search of shining gold. 2. I've lived on swine till I grunt and squeal, No one can tell how my bowels feel With flapjacks swimming round in grease... When will my troubles cease? 3. I was covered with lice coming on the boat I threw away my fancy swallow-tail coat And now they crawl up and down my back... A pile is all I lack. 4. My sweetheart vowed she'd wait for me, Till I returned, now don't you see? She's married now, so I am told, left her... In search of shining gold. 5. O land of gold, you did me deceive, And I intend you my bones to leave So farewell home, now my friends grow cold... In search of shining gold. from Put's Golden Songster to Lomax, The Folk Songs of America: set to the tune of "Dark Eyed Sailor". @emigrate @mining @work filename[ LOUSMINR JB |
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