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SUTTER’S MILL 西特米尔

Dan Foge Lberg

In the spring of forty-seven

So the story it is told

Old john sutter went to the millside

Found a piece of shinn’gold. Well, he took it to the city

Where the word like wildfire spread

Old john sutter soon came to wishing

He’d left that stone in the river bed

Oh, they came like herds of locusts

Every w-man, child and man in their lumberin’cone-stogas

They left their track upon the land.

Some would fail and some would prosper

Some would die and some would kill

Some would take the lord for their deliverances

Some would curse john sutte’s mill.

Well, they came from new york city

And they came from alabam’

With their dreams of finding fortune

In this wild unsettled land.

Well, some fell prey to hostile arrows

As they tried to c