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I went digging for gold

 I went down to the valley

Over by the mountain

 Where the prospektor had been told

 I'm marching through the cold

 We're marching through the cold

I went digging for gold

 I went down with my brother

A bucket and a shovel

 and a book about the colour of coal

 I'm marching through the cold

 We're marching through the cold

 There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line

 Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?

 She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one

 Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun

I went digging for gold

 I went down to the valley

Over by the mountain

 Where the prospektor had been told

 I'm marching through the cold

 We're marching through the cold

 There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line

 Saying what use the metal if the metal don't shine?

 She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one

 Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun

 Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun

 Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun