The Goldrush

I went digging for gold I went down through the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospector had been told I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold I went digging for gold I went down with my brother A bucket and a shovel And a book about the colour of coal I'm marching through the cold We're marching through the cold There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?" She said "Bring me back a ring 'cause I really want one" I've been digging so long that I never see the sun I went digging for gold I went down to the valley Over by the mountain Where the prospector had been told We're marching through the cold We're marching through the cold There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line Saying "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?" She said "Bring me back a ring 'cause I really want one" I've been digging so long that I never see the sun I've been digging so long that I never see the sun We've been digging so long that we never see the sun