When I left the States for Gold
When I left the states for gold,
Everything I had I sold:
A stove, a bed, and a fat old sow,
Sixteen chickens, and a cow.
Oh, leave, ye miners, leave;
Take my advice, kill off the lice,
Or go up into the mountains.
Oh, no, we've lots of dust,
Going to the city to get on a bust.
Off I started, Yankee-like,
And I such fell in with a lot from Pike.
It first was 'Back, ges!' then 'Whoa! haw!'
A 'right smart chance' from Arkansas.
On the Platto we couldn't agree
Because I had this diarrhoe;
We had a split-up, and I made a break,
With one old mule for the Great Salt Lake.
The Mormon girls were fat as hogs,
The chief production, cats and dogs.
Some had ten wives, others none;
Thirty-six had Brigham Young.