Sing and heave and heave and sing
To my old day, to my old day
Heave and make the hand spike spring
To my old day, old day, oh
It's blow, boys, blow
For California, yo
For there's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento
Lame house dogs to Sydney
Heads to my old day, to my old day
Was never more than 70 days
To my old day, old day, oh
It's blow, boys, blow
For California, yo
For there's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento
Around Cape Horn in the month of May
To my old day, to my old day
Around Cape Horn is a very long way
To my old day, old day, oh
It's blow, boys, blow
For California, yo
For there's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento
We're the bullies for the kicker through
To my old day, to my old day
Roll down the hill with a hollow bullet
To my old day, old day, oh
It's blow, boys, blow
For California, yo
For there's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento
Round the horn and up the line
To my old day, to my old day
We're the bullies for the make-horse shine
To my old day, old day, oh
It's blow, boys, blow
For California, yo
For there's plenty of gold
So I've been told
On the banks of Sacramento