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  the Spring of Forty-seven,
 So the story, it is 
 Old John Sutter went  the mill site
 Found  piece of shining gold.
 
 Well, he took  to the city
 Where the  like wildfire, spread.
 And old John Sutter soon came to  he'd
 Left that  in the river bed.
 
  they came like herds of locusts
  woman, child and man
  their lumbering Conestogas
  left their tracks upon the land.
 
 Some would fail and some  prosper
 Some would die and  would kill
 Some would thank the Lord for their 
 And some would curse  Sutter's Mill.
 
  they came from New York City,
 And they  from Alabam'
 With their dreams of  fortunes
 In this wild  land.
 
 Well,  fell prey to hostile arrows
  they tried to cross the plains.
 And some were lost in the  Mountains
  their hands froze to the reins.
 
 Some would fail and some would 
 Some  die and some would kill
 Some would  the Lord for their deliverance
 And some would curse John  Mill.
 
 Well, some  on to California
 And others stopped to take  rest.
 And by the Spring of 
 They had  up the west.
 
 And  the railroad came behind them
 And the  was plowed and tamed,
 When Old John Sutter went  meet his maker,
 He'd not one penny to his 
 
 Some would fail  some would prosper
 Some would die  some would kill
 Some would thank the  for their deliverance
  some would curse John Sutter's Mill.
 
 And some  curse John Sutter's Mill
 Some men's  are never filled.