Smithsonian

Lines from "Lousy Miner"

It’s four long years since I reached this land
In search of gold among the rocks and sand,
And yet I’m poor when the truth is told,
I’m a lousy miner,
I’m a lousy miner in search of shining gold.

O land of gold, you did me deceive,
And I intend you my bones to leave,
So farewell home, now my friends grow cold,
I’m a lousy miner,
I’m a lousy miner, in search of shining gold.

Folk song, 1850s