Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1849-01-25
For the Burlington Hawk. Eye.
THE GOLD DlGGER'S SONG.

For the Burlington Hawk. Eye.
THE GOLD DlGG Frs SONG.
by }. PIERsoN.
Air-esHearfng the Lead.'
When PhGbus bids bleak Boreas leave,
And seek his Summer Arctic caye:-
Sweet Flora heauteous garlands weaye,-
Iho' zephyr fan hill, wood, and wave;
To California, then we'll 20
To Fortune trust, our veal and wo,
And dig, dig, gold.
dreary pass before US lies,
Grim with thick glooms, and dark dismay,
While on each hand, rude mountains rise;
Where savage monsters prowl for prey,
For smiling Fortune, bids US 60,
To her we trust, our veal and wo;--
And dig, dig, gold.
For gold, we dare the mountain steep,
Its horrid wilds, and yawning caves
Dare e'en the dangers OF the deep,
And smile upon its surging waves:
For smiling Fortune, bids us 70.
To her we trust, our veal and wo;
And dig, dig, gold.
we would ascend Cholula,S side,
Tho trembling with internal WRATH
While down it smok'd the lava-tide,
II gold was earth'd within our path,
For smiling Fortune, bids US go:-
To her we trust, our veal and wo,
And dig, dig, gold.
Descendants of the Saxon line,
We know no dangers; dread no fear,
But like that bird Of freedoms cline
Eye with rais'd crest the storms career.
For smiling Fortune, bids us go;
To her we trust, our veal and wo:
And dig, dig, gold.
The love of pelf, or sordid gain,
Is stronger than raging fire;
And boundiess as the restless main
Whose waters cast up mud and mire:
Yet smiling Fortune bids us go,
To her we trust our veal and wo;
And dig, dig, gold.
But still we grieve to leave our friends;
Those dear to US as life and light;
But when that pelf its lustre leods
1t woos US with Charmer's might;
For smiling Fortune bids us go
To her we trust, our veal and wo;
And dig, dig, gold.
And when our DESTINED port we gain
Our eyes will turn towards our home,
And bound in thought DER hill and plain;-
And weep the cause that made us roam.
For smiling Fortune bids US go
To her we trust our veal and wo
And dig, dig, gold.
When at San Jose's wealthy mine,
Or sacramento's golden sand:-
Soft joys, win oft, our hearts incline;
To tread again our native land:
Yet smiling Fortune, bids us go,
To her we trust, our veal and wo:
And dig, dig, gold.
We love our countryss sunny skies,
Her tumbling floods, and spreading plains,
Whose woody hills, in grandeur rise;
Where Nature in wild beauty reigns.
But smiling Fortune, bids us go:
To her we trust, our veal and wo;
And dig, dig, gold.
We love her laws, her nobiest pride,
Nhere Worth and Genius find renown;
Where Honor, Truth and Love reside,
And Vice sinks scath'd at Virtues frown;
Yet smiling Fortune, bids US go,
To her we trust, our veal and wo;
And dig, dig, gold.
But now farewell to friend and foe
To village maid and social frere,s
For long as life, where'er we go:-
We will your love and worth revere;
For smiling Fortune, bids us 60
To her we trust, our veal and wo;
And dig, dig, gold.
If Fortune crowns US with her smile,
And loads our hands with shining ore,
We then shall quit our servile toll,
And joyous seek our native shore:
There still the cries of want and wo
Bid generous tears from Pity fow,
Ger lavish'd gold.
Mt Pleasant, Iowa, Jan. rs, lS49.
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