Author Charles Follen Adams 'T WUS in the fall of 'forty - nine The gold fever broke out,'N' I'd hev been a pioneer Without the slightest doubt,But Molly, here, took on 'n' said, “Ar go naut, dearest Joe!”I thought I'd argy not with her, So, boys, I didn't go. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments