Was in the place the Scriptures say is never very cold;
They told you of the heaps of dust and lumps so very big,
But they never said a single word how hard you had to dig.
I went up to the mines and help’d to turn a stream,
Got trusted on the strength of that delusive golden dream;
But when the river we turn’d, we found it would not do,
And we who damm’d the river our creditors did sue.
I am going far away, but I don’t know where I’ll go,
’Twont do to turn homeward now, they’d laugh at me I know,
For I told them when I left I was going to make my pile,