I went digging for gold   Down by the river   Over by the mountain   Where the prospector had been told   I'm marching through the cold   We're marching through the cold      I went digging for gold   I went down with my brother   A bucket and a shovel   And a book about the colour of coal   I'm marching through the cold   We're marching through the cold      There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line   Saying, "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?"   She said, "Bring me back a diamond ring cause I really want one"   Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun      I went digging for gold   Down by the river   Over by the mountain   Where the prospector had been told   I'm marching through the cold   We're marching through the cold      There's a tiny little crackle on the telephone line   Saying, "What use the metal if the metal don't shine?"   She said, "Bring me back a diamond ring cause I really want one"   Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun   Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun   Now I been digging so long that I never see the sun