. The ball of yarn;. After running two miles wid der machine finds its a false alarm—consoleshimself -with two stews and a Welch Rarebit at Perkins, tops off with abrandy smash, turns in at the bunk-room, and dreams of mountains of gold,diamonds the size of a hunk of chalk, and being made Chief Engineer. MOSES FAREWELL. TUNE OH SUSANNAH. Ive put from New York city, With my wash bowl on my Im going to CaliforniaThe gold dust for to see ;It rained all night the day I left But I was gallus dry,So I did put the party through,But Syksey dont you California Im told Is just the land f
. The ball of yarn;. After running two miles wid der machine finds its a false alarm—consoleshimself -with two stews and a Welch Rarebit at Perkins, tops off with abrandy smash, turns in at the bunk-room, and dreams of mountains of gold,diamonds the size of a hunk of chalk, and being made Chief Engineer. MOSES FAREWELL. TUNE OH SUSANNAH. Ive put from New York city, With my wash bowl on my Im going to CaliforniaThe gold dust for to see ;It rained all night the day I left But I was gallus dry,So I did put the party through,But Syksey dont you California Im told Is just the land for me,Im going there for lumps of gold,With my wash bowl on my knee. I jumped on board the Apollo shipAnd quicker we went to sea, every time I thought of home,Oh ! I wished it wasnt me. The Vessel reared like an old Horse,It did like any darnd elf. I found out it couldnt throw me, But soon I had to throw myself. Oh California. I thought of all the rowdy times Wed spreed together here,So I tried to cry a bit, B
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