Prospecting and digging for gold.
I've tunneled, hydaulicked and cradled,
And nearly was froze in the cold.
I know many hundreds get poor,
I made up my mind to go digging
For something a little more sure.
No longer the slave of ambition,
The time that you know you have ample,|
That's when every care quickly scrams
Take heart in my fate, for example,
Content on my acres of clams.
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