Oh, California

Melody - Stephen Foster; Seq. by Werner Tomaschewski

I come from Salem City
With my washbowl on my knee,
I'm going to California,
The gold dust for to see.
It rained all day the day I left,
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death
Oh brothers, don't you cry.
Chorus:
Oh, California, that's the land for me
I'm bound for San Francisco
With my washbowl on my knee.

2. I jumped aboard the Liza ship
And traveled on the sea,
And every time I thought of home
I wished it wasn't me;
The vessel reared like any horse,
That had of oats and wealth
I found it wouldn't throw me so
I thought I'd throw myself.
Chorus:

3. I thought of all the pleasant times
We've had together here
I thought I ought to cry a bit
But couldn't find a tear;
The pilot's bread was in my mouth,
The gold dust in my eye
And though I'm going far away
Dear brothers don't you cry.
Chorus:

4. I soon shall be in 'Frisco,
And there I'll look around,
And when I see the gold lumps
I'll pick them off the ground
I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys,
I'll drain the rivers dry
A pocket full of rocks bring home
So brothers, don't you cry.
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