Gold—Parody
By Mrs. Mary Dunn.
Put's Original California Songster
Sacramento: Gardiner & Kirk, 1854
Come listen to me, jolly lad,
A story I'll relate,
Which happened in the valley
Of the California State;
'Twas down the Feather River land
We hearties went so bold,
And worked like hungry tigers
For the bright and shining gold.
Chorus:
For gold, they say, is brighter than the day,
And when it's mine,
I'm bound to shine,
And drive dull care away.
My creditors gave me a year
To pay them what I owed,
I thanked them very kindly,
And was off for the land of gold;
And as we scraped the valleys dry,
Where the waters used to roll,
I filled my trousers' pockets full
Of the bright and shining gold. For, etc.
Beneath the hot and scorching sun,I worked for many a day,
Most happy, 'cause I got so rich,
I soon was going away;
A monstrous heap of gold I had,
Which from the sand I parted—
I got some boards and boxed it up,
And off for home I started. For, etc.
O, the mountains and the valleys there,
I tell you they're not slow,
And Nature's works in grandeur are,
Whichever way you go;
And there our glorious stars and stripes,
For evermore shall fly,
As each new day the rising sun
Shall gild the eastern sky. For, etc.