Oh, the times are hard and the wages low,
Amelia, where you bound to?
The Rocky Mountains is my home,
Across the Western Ocean.
The land of promise there you'll see;
I'm bound across that Western sea.
I'll take my way from Liverpool
In Liverpool, that Yankee school
There's Liverpool Pat in a tarpaulin hat,
And Yankee Jack, the packet rat.
Beware these packet ships, I say,
They steal your stores and clothes away.
We are going away from friends and home,
We are going away to search for gold.
Fathers and mothers, say good-by,
Sisters and brothers, don't you cry.