Lyrics:

I went digging for gold

I went down through the valley
Over by the mountain
Where the prospector had been told
I'm marching through the cold
We're 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 colour of coal
I'm marching through the cold
We're marching through the cold
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
Saying 'What use the metal if the metal don't shine?'
She said 'Bring me back a ring 'cause I really want one'
I've been digging so long that I never see the sun

I went digging for gold
I went down to the valley
Over by the mountain
Where the prospector had been told
We're marching through the cold
We're marching through the cold
There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line
Saying 'What use the metal if the metal don't shine?'
She said 'Bring me back a ring 'cause I really want one'
I've been digging so long that I never see the sun
I've been digging so long that I never see the sun
We've been digging so long that we never see the sun