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The Miners Song
I've worn gunny-sacks for overalls, and ' California
socks,' I've burned candles that would reach from here to
Maine, I've lived on powder, smoke, and bacon, that's no
lie, boy, I'm not fakin', But I still believe we'll strike it just the same.
" Last night as I lay sleeping in the midst of all my
dream My assay ran six ounces clear in gold, And the silver it ran clean sixteen ounces to the
seam, And the poor old miner's joy could scarce be told. I lay there, boy, I could not sleep, I had a feverish
brow, Got up, went back, and put in six holes more. And then, boy, I was chokin' just to see the ground
I'd broken; But alas! alas! the miner's dream was o'er.
" We'll strike it, yes, we'll strike it just the same,
Although it's gone into some other's claim.
My dear old boy, don't mind it, we won't starve
if we don't find it, And I still believe I'll strike it just the same."