George Leybourne
We oft' read of the power,
Of Princes and of Kings,
Who, stripped of all their grandeur,
Are but pure mortal things;
But there's a power stronger,
Which lasts for time untold,
To which all men must bow and that's
The bright, bright gold!

Chorus: Gold, Gold, Gold! I love to hear it's jingle,
Gold, Gold, Gold! It's power is untold,
We men strive hard to store it,
And woman, she'll adore it,
The best friend that a man can have is Gold, Gold, Gold!

The man that's minus money,
The world will call a flat!
And pass him by but if he's rich,
Will gaily raise it's hat;
It sneers at the unlucky,
But smiles on he who wins,
And gold will gloss and cover,
Quite a multitude of sins.


The maid both plain and ancient,
Appears a perfect 'sweet',
If rich, her gold magnetic draws,
'Fond' lovers to her feet;
Some say this Gold's a curse and that
It causes strife and pride,
But we know it is a blessing,
When it's properly applied.


Love and content in a cottage,
I've heard of, so have you,
But I fear that kind of bliss,
Is only experienced by few;
When trouble comes unto the door,
Love flies, or else grows cold,
And the only thing to warm it up,
Is Gold, Gold, Gold!

Written and composed by G.W. Hunt - 1876
Performed by George Leybourne (1842-1884)
From Music Hall Lyrics Collection
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