<p class="tit-song">THE FOOLS OF FORTY-NINE <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page404" name="page404"></SPAN>(p. 404)</span></p>
<p>When gold was found in forty-eight the people thought 'twas gas,<br/>
And some were fools enough to think the lumps were only brass.<br/>
But soon they all were satisfied and started off to mine;<br/>
They bought their ships, came round the Horn, in the days of forty-nine.</p>
<p class="add1em">Refrain:<br/>
Then they thought of what they'd been told<br/>
When they started after gold,—<br/>
That they never in the world would make a pile.</p>
<p>The people all were crazy then, they didn't know what to do.<br/>
They sold their farms for just enough to pay their passage through.<br/>
They bid their friends a long farewell, said, "Dear wife, don't you cry,<br/>
I'll send you home the yellow lumps a piano for to buy."</p>
<p>The poor, the old, and the rotten scows were advertised to sail<br/>
From <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page405" name="page405"></SPAN>(p. 405)</span> New Orleans with passengers, but they must pump and bail.<br/>
The ships were crowded more than full, and some hung on behind,<br/>
And others dived off from the wharf and swam till they were blind.</p>
<p>With rusty pork and stinking beef and rotten, wormy bread!<br/>
The captains, too, that never were up as high as the main mast head!<br/>
The steerage passengers would rave and swear that they'd paid their passage<br/>
And wanted something more to eat beside bologna sausage.</p>
<p>They then began to cross the plain with oxen, hollowing "haw."<br/>
And steamers then began to run as far as Panama.<br/>
And there for months the people staid, that started after gold,<br/>
And some returned disgusted with the lies that had been told.</p>
<p>The people died on every route, they sickened and died like sheep;<br/>
And those at sea before they died were launched into the deep;<br/>
And <span class="pagenum"><SPAN id="page406" name="page406"></SPAN>(p. 406)</span> those that died while crossing the plains fared not so well as that,<br/>
For a hole was dug and they thrown in along the miserable Platte.</p>
<p>The ships at last began to arrive and the people began to inquire.<br/>
They say that flour is a dollar a pound, do you think it will be any higher?<br/>
And to carry their blankets and sleep outdoors, it seemed so very droll!<br/>
Both tired and mad, without a cent, they damned the lousy hole.</p>
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