California

When formed our band we are all well-manned
To journey a-far to the promised land.
The golden ore is rich in store
On the banks of the Sacramento shore.

Refrain
Then ho, boys, ho to California go,
There’s plenty of gold in the world, I’m told.
On the banks of the Sacramento shore.

The gold is there almost anywhere,
We dig it our rich with an iron bar.
But where it is thick with space or pick,
We take out chucks as big as a brick. (Refrain)