text: I went digging for gold
  I went down to the valley
  Over by the mountain
  Where the prospector had been told
  Im marching through the cold
  Were marching through the cold
  I went digging for gold
  I went down with my brother
  A bucket and a shovel
  And a book about the color of coal
  Im marching through the cold
  Were marching through the cold
  Theres a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
  Saying what use the metal if the metal dont shine?
  She said bring me back a ring because I really want one
  Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun
  I went digging for gold
  I went down to the valley
  Over by the mountain
  Where the prospector had been told
  Im marching through the cold
  Were marching through the cold
  Theres a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
  Saying what use the metal if the metal dont shine?
  She said bring me back a ring cause I really want one
  Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun 
  Again.. One last time
  Now I been digging so long that I never seen the sun