Found a piece of shining gold
Well he took it to the city
Where the word like wildfire spread
Left that stone in the river bay
For they came like herds of locusts
Every long child and mare
In their lumbering conestogas
They left their trash upon the land
Some would die an d some would kill
Some would thank the Lord
Some would curse John Sutter's bill
Well they came from New York City
And they came from Alabama
With their dreams I find a fortune
In this wild, unsettled land
Some fell prey to hostile arrows
As they tried to cross the plain
And some were lost in the
The Lord for their deliverance
Some would curse John Sutter's will
And by the spring of 1860,
they had opened up the way.
And the land was plowed and tamed
He not one penny to his name
Some would die and some would kill
Some would thank the Lord
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