Where mighty waters foam and boil
And rushing torrents roar
In Fraser River's northern soil
Lies hid the golden ore
Far from home, far from home
On Fraser River's shore
We labour hard, so does our bard
To dig the golden ore
Far, far from home we miners roam
We feel it's joys no more
These we have sold for yellow gold
On Fraser River's shore
In cabins rude, our daily food
Is quickly counted o'er
Beans, bread, salt meat is all we eat
And the cold earth is our floor
| Lonely our lives, no mothers', wives'
Or sisters' love runs o'er
When home we come at set of sun
To greet us at the door
At night we smoke, then crack a joke
Try cards 'til found a bore
Our goodnight said, we go to bed
To dream of home once more
With luck at last, our hardships past
We'll head for home once more
And greet the sight with wild delight
Of California's shore
And once on shore, we never more
Will roam through all our lives
A home we'll find, just to our mind
And call our sweethearts wives |
