I've wander'd all over this country,
prospecting and digging for gold.
I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled,
And I have been frequently sold.
  And I have been frequently sold,
  and I have been frequently sold.
I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled,
And I have been frequently sold.

For one who gets riches by mining,
Perceiving that hundreds grow poor,
I made up my mind to try farming,
The only pursuit that is sure.
  The only pursuit that is sure...

So, rolling my grub in my blanket,
I left all my tools on the ground,
And started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound.
  For a country they call Puget Sound...

No longer the slave of ambition,
I laugh at the world and it's shams,
And I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams.
  Surrounded by acres ot clams...