THE POCKET HUNTER
Talk about your prospect holes,
I've really got a honey:
I've dug her down to lwenty feet,
I sill don't find the money.
I'll sink her down a little more;
I may have lost the trace;
guess l'll run
It
drift
a ways,
run a
may be in the face.
I sweat and swear, load and shoof
In hopes l'll get a mine;
I've panned a thousand pans of dirt;
I never get a dime.
'll take her down to water,
| can always
If it isn't in the gravel
She can go plump straight fo-
dP,
CALIFORNIA CENTENNIAL
well;
use a
1948-1949–1950
Wl!
Copyright 1948 by John Marshall Quirk
