The Banks of the Sacramento

Sing and heave, and heave and sing,
To me hoodah! To my hoodah!
Heave and make the handspikes spring,
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!

And it's blow, boys, blow,
For Californi-o!
For there's plenty of gold,
So I've been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!

From Limehouse Docks to Sydney Heads,
To me hoodah! To my hoodah!
Was never more than seventy days.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!

We cracked it on, on a big skiute,
To me hoodah! To my hoodah!
And the old man felt like a swell galoot.
To me hoodah, hoodah, day!

And it's blow, boys, blow,
For Californi-o!
For there's plenty of gold,
So I've been told,
On the banks of the Sacramento!
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