LauraA
09-06-2006, 06:45 PM
I found this link while searching for something else and it led me to look for the complete lyrics to "The Lousy Miner" a rather poignant ballad.
I don't have a clue who this site belongs to, but it's got some interesting California history.
6index (http://www.californiahistory.net/text_only/6index.htm)
"The Lousy Miner," first published in John A. Stone's Original California Songster (1855).
THE 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.
I've lived on swine till I grunt and squeal,
No one can tell how my bowels feel
With flapjacks swimming round in grease...
When will my troubles cease?
I was covered with lice coming on the boat
I threw away my fancy swallow-tail coat
And now they crawl up and down my back...
A pile is all I lack.
My sweetheart vowed she'd wait for me,
Till I returned, now don't you see?
She's married now, so I am told, left her...
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...
In search of shining gold.
I don't have a clue who this site belongs to, but it's got some interesting California history.
6index (http://www.californiahistory.net/text_only/6index.htm)
"The Lousy Miner," first published in John A. Stone's Original California Songster (1855).
THE 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.
I've lived on swine till I grunt and squeal,
No one can tell how my bowels feel
With flapjacks swimming round in grease...
When will my troubles cease?
I was covered with lice coming on the boat
I threw away my fancy swallow-tail coat
And now they crawl up and down my back...
A pile is all I lack.
My sweetheart vowed she'd wait for me,
Till I returned, now don't you see?
She's married now, so I am told, left her...
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...
In search of shining gold.
