I came to this country and went to school of mine
I met there my darling forty niner
and rushed to California
I got gold and wine
There I kissed her little sister
I forgot the forty niner
In churchyard on a hillside
where flowers entwine
and roses amongst the posies
flowers for my darling thine
I took her on a picnic
there the sun did not shine, I did not care.
There sat a miner forty niner
with beer and wine, besides the darling
grieving over his daughter
In a churchyard corner
where roses grow in their posies
fertilized by the darling
forty niner with beer and wine
Her gorgeous hair was beautiful and fine
I took pair of scissors, kept them with mine.
Tit-tit on picnic we went where sun did not shine
I was not alone with my darling
daughter of a miner. Kissed her little sister
with red lips to make me forget my darling.
