Forty-niners' lyrics

I came from Salem City with my washpan on my knee I'm going to California, the gold dust for to see. It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry The sun so hot I froze to death, Oh, brothers don't you cry.

Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me I'm going to California with my washpan on my knee.

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

Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me I'm going to California with my washpan on my knee.