Stephen Foster

“ And when I see the gold lumps there, I'll pick them off the ground.
I'll scrape the mountains clean, my boys, I'll drain the rivers dry.
A pocketful of rocks bring home, So, brothers don't you cry. ”

“ It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was dry
The sun so hot I froze to death, Oh, brothers don't you cry.
Oh, Susannah, Oh, don't you cry for me ”