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The hue and cry was them hills held gold
For taking of the lucky and bold
Way back in Eighteen Forty-Nine
When the gold rush was in its prime
A fever took men by the soul
All that mattered was that yeller gold
Gave up everthing just to make a find
Didn't care about dangers, only the dollar sign
Some say there was nuggets, bigger then a mans fist
And the finding was easier then catching cat fish
Though some only found it to be just a dream
Others acquired it through plans of scheme
We've come a long way since forty-nine
Don't have to fight the Indians this time
But the yeller gold still produces its own breed
Of dreamers and schemers and them thats full of greed

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