Classic Poem

1

They say there is a land,
Where crystal waters flow,
O'er beds of quartz and purest gold,
Way out in Idaho.

CHORUS :
O! wait, Idaho!
We're coming, Idaho;
Our four " hoss " team
Will soon be seen
Way out in Idaho.

2

We're bound to cross the plains
And up the mountains go;
We're bound to seek our fortunes there,
Way out in Idaho.
CHORUS

3

We'll need no pick or spade,
No shovel, pan, or hoe;
The largest chunks are 'top of ground,
Way out in Idaho.
CHORUS

4

We'll see hard times no more,
And want we'll never know,
When once we've filled our sacks with gold ,
Way out in Idaho.
CHORUS