My Log Cabin Home
[AIR—Kentucky Home.]

The tall pines wave, and the winds loudly roar,
No matter, keep digging away;
The wild flowers blossom round the log cabin door,
Where we sit after mining all the day.
A few more days and our mining all will end,
The cañon so rich will be dry;
The tools on the bank shall be left for a friend,
Then, my Log Cabin Home, good-bye.

Chorus:
Mine no more, oh, never no more but play,
We will always remember
The Log Cabin Home,
The Log Cabin Home far away.

The weary may be glad for a shelter thro' the night,
Not knowing, perhaps, it may be,
By the old fireplace we are chatting with delight,
By the blaze of the sugar-pine tree.
The old cooking tools shall be left in the camp,
All ready to bake and to fry;
They all may be used by some miner on a tramp,
Then, my Log Cabin Home, good-bye.

Mine no more, oh, never no more but play,
We will always remember, &c.

We'll hunt no more for the grizzly in the nook,
The diggers, we'll soon leave behind,
We'll drink no more from the clear crystal brook,
As around the Log Cabin it winds.
The old oak tree, under which the Cabin stands,
All shady at noon where we lie;
A fond look at the old oak so grand,
Then, my Log Cabin Home, good-bye.

Mine no more, oh, never no more but play,
We will always remember, etc.

Put's Original California Songster, p. 45

Lyrics and tune in Dwyer & Lingenfelter, The Songs of the Gold Rush, pp. 97-98

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[Tune notes by Artful Codger]
"My Old Kentucky Home, Good Night!", written by Stephen Collins Foster, published in 1853.

Sheet music [PDF] in the Lester S. Levy Collection.
Digital Tradition: Old Kentucky Home (no music)
Mudcat thread: Kentucky Home Goodnight
YouTube: Edison Male Quartet (ca. 1895–1901; with words): My Old Kentucky Home
Wikipedia: My Old Kentucky Home

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