Gold

Come all ye poor men of the north who are working for your lives 
For to support your families, your children and your wives; 
There is easier ways of gaining wealth than toiling night and day; 
Go and dig the gold that lies in California! 
The fairest of all countries that lies beneath the sun, 
Where lofty trees grow towering high and noble rivers run; 
Beneath the sparkling waters as they glide to the sea 
It is often there we will dig the gold that lies in California
On every lofty mountain, on every sunny plain, 
The gold dust lies glittering like dewdrops after rain. 
Beneath the shade of every tree, among the flowers so gay, 
It is there we'll dig the gold that lies in California. 
What haughty, proud aristocrat can say that this is mine? 
It's for the poor as well as rich those costly treasures shine. 
Why should you be engaged in work when your labors don't repay? 
Then go and dig the gold that lies in California. 


Why should this noble country by Indians be run O'er, 
While many of them are starving and many more are poor? 
Go, rise, and with new energy and without more delay, 
And go and dig the gold that lies in California. 
There is many a loafer in that land, a low and shiftless race, 
They do theirselves no manner of good, their country they disgrace. 
Whenever I meet with one of them I unto them will say: 
'You had better be a-digging gold in California.'