Maryborough Miner

Come all you sons of liberty and listen to my song

I'll tell you my observations and it wont take very long

I've fossicked around this continent five thousand miles or more

And many's the time I might have starved but for the cheek I bore

 

I've been on all the diggings boys from famous Ballarat

I've long tommed on the Lachlan and I've fossicked Lambing Flat

So you can understand my boys just from my little rhyme

I'm a Maryborough miner and I'm one of the good old time

 

I came to the Fitzroy River all with my Bendigo rig

I had a shovel a pick and a pan and for a licence I begged

But the assay man called me a loafer said for work I'd no desire

And so to do him justice boys I set his office on fire

 

Oh yes my jolly jokers I've done it on the cross

Although I carry my bluey now I've sweated many a horse

I've helped to rob the escort of many an ounce of gold

And the traps have trailed upon my tail more times than I've ever told

 

Oh yes the traps have trailed me and been frightened out of their stripes

They never could have caught me for they feared my cure for gripes

And well they knew I carried it for they had often seen it

Glistening in my flipper, boys, my patent pill machine

 

I'm one of the men who cradled on the reef at Tarrangower

Anxiety and misery my grim companions there

I puddled the clay at Bendigo and chanced my arm at Kew

And I wound up my avocation with ten years on Cockatoo

 

I've been on all the diggings boys from famous Ballarat

I've long tommed on the Lachlan and I've fossicked Lambing Flat

So you can understand my boys just from my little rhyme

I'm a Maryborough miner and I'm one of the good old time