The Goldrush

I went digging for gold Down by the river Over by the mountain Where the prospector had been told I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold I went digging for gold I went down with my brother A bucket and a shovel And a book about the colour of coal I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying, "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?" She said, "Bring me back a diamond ring cause I really want one" Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun I went digging for gold Down by the river Over by the mountain Where the prospector had been told I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying, "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?" She said, "Bring me back a diamond ring cause I really want one" Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun