Oh! Susanna (forty-niners' lyrics)

I came from Salem City with my washpan on my knee I'm going to California, the gold dust for to see. It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry The sun so hot I froze to death, Oh, brothers don't you cry.

Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me I'm going to California with my washpan on my knee.

I soon shall be in Frisco and there I'll look around. And when I see the gold lumps there, I'll pick them off the ground. I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys, I'll drain the rivers dry. A pocketful of rocks bring home, So, brothers don't you cry.

Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me I'm going to California with my washpan on my knee.

Oh! Sussanna (version des forty-niners)