| It's four long years since I reached this land, In search of gold among the rocks and sand; And yet I'm poor, when the truth is told, I'm a lousy miner, I'm a lousy miner in search of shining gold. I've lived on swine 'till I grunt and squeal, No one can tell how my bowels feel, With slapjacks swimming round in bacon grease. I'm a lousy miner, I'm a lousy miner, when will my troubles cease. I was covered with lice, coming on the boat, I threw away my fancy swallow-tailed coat, And now they crawl up and down my back; I'm a lousy miner, I'm a lousy miner, a pile is all I lack. My sweetheard vowed she'd wait for me 'Till I returned, but don't you see She's married now, sure, so I am told, Left her lousy miner, Left her lousy miner, in search of shining gold. Oh, land of gold, you did me deceive, And I intend in thee my bones to leave; So farewell home, now my friends grow cold, I'm a lousy miner, I'm a lousy miner in search of shining gold. |