Gold Lake And Gold Bluff
Air: Fisherman's Daughter 
Put's Original California Songster
Sacramento: Gardiner & Kirk, 1854
In eighteen hundred fifty, when Gold Lake was in its prime,
The people swore the dirt would pay from three cents to a dime;
The merchants trusted out their goods, the miners ran away,
They soon returned, well satisied that Gold Lake would not pay.
Lad el de fal, etc.
In eighteen hundred and fifty-one, Gold Bluff was all the go,
The ships, with passengers and grub, were full as they could stow;
They'd nothing in the world to do, but gather up the sand,
The fools that went without a cent, Gold Bluff tee-totally d--d.
Lad el de fal, etc.
They climbed up to the very top, where gold must surely be,
They laid down on their bellies, and peeped over in the sea;
They tied a rope unto a pail, dipped up a little sand,
But all the gold was in the sea, too far away from land.
Lad el de fal, etc.
They left their grub and blankets, and patent gold machines,
The fleas were thick, and body-lice were large as Chile beans;
They all returned, well satisfied they'd all been nicely fooled,
For nothing there was to be found, as speculators told.
Lad el de fal, etc.
Score From Library of Congress
MIDI file of "The Fisherman's Daughter " (Used by permission of B. R. Tubb from his website at Public Domain Music)