Flowing from beginning to end
The American river with a rich blend,
Of gold,
Shining big and bold
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
James Marshall journeyed far and wide
He found gold, the first, with pride
Down the road to Placerville
By the Side of the massive hill
Take your wagon
Follow me
To the place
Where gold may be
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
Forty Niners came along
They would stay there for long
Pic axes, one, two, three, four
they would not bore,
Unless they found gold
Because that’s what they were told
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
Building the sawmill, dust all over his face,
He found gold, when building the base
When he realized, he shouted,
“Gold, Gold” and the others pouted
For they did not find gold
At the place where Marshall told
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
“Pike’s peaks or bust”
Horses walk in the dust
For when they realized what they found
Nothing! So they headed back to town
To Coloma,
where more gold might be found
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
The miners worked hard and bold,
They had a great job to behold
For they rejoiced at what they might find,
Joy! because now they could provide
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
For the miners could not find a way
To start a new and go to the west bay
Even if they found a nugget of one,
It is gold! It is worth a ton!
By the riverside
Where Rock’n Water may hide
We will take you back to 1854
Where all the mines were restored
This is a story to share with your kin
About the time when the world rushed in
By Manoli Gianakakos, 3rd Place 2016 Writing Contest Winner
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