Come gather round you diggers who work the goldfields rare,
It's of a trick was played on me which caused me to despair,
I came to town the other day my hard earned gold to trade,
'Twas there I met a pretty maid, who did my heart betray.
ref.:
Her lips were red as roses, her eyes a deep sky blue,
Her hair as yellow as the gold, she stole from me and you.
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