Partners

Two partners went in search of gold

As friendly as could be

One was young and one was old

And the gay young fool was me

Since neither one could write his name

We swore upon our souls

To share the wealth and then shook hands

The hands that dug for gold Oh partners

The summer days were gone at last

And winter nights grew cold

The snow had trapped us in the pass

When we finally find the gold

We took our fortune to the shack

To wait the winter through

But the food ran low so

I killed my friend What else was there to do Oh partners