He would probably regret not having trekked a few miles further...
When I was a kid, one of my uncles came home on leave with a mean, taunting rhyme about the Cali gold rush-pretty soon, all of us were saying it...
The miners came in ‘49, the whores in ‘51-
Between the sheets the two of them begat the native son...
We were scolded and told not to repeat things like that, but a thing once heard...
Oh! Susannah! ;’)