When first unto this country a stranger I came
Pick and shovel on my back
No money to my name
No money to my name
I landed in
Seattle down the line
I boated cross the channel where I worked the Treadwell mine
Well, it was hard times in the open pit
Eighteen-hundred down
One day you'd make two dollars and the
next, you're glory bound
Ah, next your glory bound
So we dodged the rocks from the
sudden slides and I swam out of the flood
In the rain and cold, we dug for gold
Through the water and the mud
Oh, through the water and the mud
So, there is color in the eagle's eye
And sun at the break of day
But there ain't no color I could find
To keep me on the pay
Oh, to keep me on that pay
So it was straightway through the wilderness
To Fairbanks up the line
Then down the frozen Yukon in the year of '99
Oh, the year of '99
Now there's 20, 000 of us here out on the beach of Nome
And there ain't but one-in-fifty
Who can pay his way back home
Oh pay his way back home
God find the snow-blind traveler, and help him on his way
God bless the drunken fiddler when he finds the time to play
And hear the words of the dyin' man left frozen in the cold.
And pity the wear miner who never found his gold
Oh who never found his gold
Well I wish I was in Portland or some other seacoast town
I'd sail around this whole wide world
And lay this cradle down
Oh lay this cradle down

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