Lyr Add: Will You Go to California O

Subject: Lyr Add: WILL YOU GO TO CALIFORNIA, O (Bodleian)
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 12 Aug 11 - 04:10 PM

Lyr. Add: WILL YOU GO TO CALIFORNIA, O

To high and low of all degrees,
A tale I will unfold,
And tell you where across the seas
You may get lots of gold;
In the land of Yankee Doodle,
If you feel inclined to go,
Make no delay, but haste away
To California, O !

So we are told there's lots of gold,
For all who choose to go,
On board a ship and take a trip,
To California, O !

What pleaseant news for young and old,
One moment don't despair,
Make up yur mind to deal in gold,
And banish grief and care;
The Queen shall have a golden horse,
Prince Al a golden cap,
The Duke shall have a golden nose,
And Bob a golden trap.

And when the British lasses to
The land of riches go,
And get among the shining stuff
In California, O !
They shall have golden bustles,
Golden petticoats and smocks,
With golden boots and trousers,
And golden bantam cocks.

They shall have golden whiskers,
And golden bonnets too,
Little golden garters,
And pretty golden shoes;
And if they should get married,
And put to bed heighho,
Their kiddies shall be solid gold
In California, O !

In Engnand, Ireland, Scotland, Wales,
Young people seem so glad,
But them that are bowed down with age
Are going raving mad,
Because unto the shining land
They wo't be let to go,
To poke their noses among the gold
In California, O !

The cobbler swears that he wil go
In spite of wind and weather,
And knock about the shining gold
Like bristles, hemp and leather;
The tailor says he'll go and have
A golden goose, heighho !
And a golden needle in his r--p,
In California, O !

The lawyer says abroad he'll go,
And deal in golden wills;
The doctor says his patients
He will drug with golden pills.
The grocer says he'll have a golden wife
So help his bob,
And Paddy says he'll buy himself a
Golden silver hoe.

Lord Rigby to his lady said
Upon last Monday night,
I am going to California, love,
To get a golden wife;
A golden cook and coachman,
Ladies maid, and footman too,
And get for you my dear a
Golden cock a doodle doo.

The good times must be come at last,
For those who choose to go,
Where the gold is twice as tick as grass,
In California, O !
Where there's golden pigs and donkeys,
And carriages we are told,
And the kitchen floors and windows,
Are made of shining gold.

There is golden penny loaves and tops,
For little girls and boys,
There's golden German sausages,
And golden saveloys;
There's golden taters smoking hot,
For ladies when they go,
And lots of golden chamber pots,
In California, O !

To in a trice take my advice,
And do not fail to go,
Unto the land of glittering gold,
Called California, O !

Birt, Printer, London.
Bodleian Collection, B 11(4254).