1849
by Kelly Chapman (copyright 2007) 🙂
It was in 1849
that the miners went to mine
they lived in camps
on the river banks
And there they mined for gold. For shining, shimmering gold.
Then blow ye winds hi-ho, they sang
For Californ-i-o, they sang
There’s plenty of gold so I’ve been told on the banks of the Sacramento.
And then they mined for gold. For shining, shimmering gold
And there in the old boom town
they grew old, stooping, brown
with large straw hats
and red bare backs
But still they mined for gold. For shining, shimmering gold.
Some did not find their prize
In it’s gold-yellow guise
But “I’ll always” said they
above the donkey’s bray
“I’ll always mine for gold. For shining, shimmering gold.”