“January fifteenth of any year
No catastrophe occured
No hurricane nor falling plane
Nor explosion could be heard
Nor deadly fire, nor bloody war
In other words, it was a bore.”
Japheth Ghast
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'Oh, nothing could be finer
Than to be a minor miner
In the gold rush;
To dream of nuggets gleaming,
And gold dust to the ceiling,
It's a bold rush!
Now if you want to join me,
Come as fast as you can;
Get on that wagon train
And don't forget your gold pan.
Oh, nothing could be finer
Than to be a rookie miner
In the Gold Rush! '
Humboldt J. Twaddle
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'Ah wants ter vote ma choice, ' sed Sam,
'How much dat poll tax be? '
'Whutevah yo gots, ' de pollcat sed
'An' mulsterplied by three.'
Joel Chandler Harrassed
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'Och, wold the giftie
Gie me an han me
Gud sprech that ithers
Maud onderstand me! '
Robert Berns
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