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First Line: Dust always blowing about the town
Last Line: We all must eat our peck of gold.'
Subject(s): California - Gold Discoveries; Dust; Gold Rush; Forty-niners


Dust always blowing about the town,
Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children told
Some of the blowing dust was gold.

All the dust the wind blew high
Appeared like gold in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children told
Some of the dust was really gold.

Such was life in the Golden Gate:
Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,
'We all must eat our peck of gold.'




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