喜349: Fields Of Gold


I soon shall be in Fields of Gold 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.


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