The Old Palmer Song

The wind is fair and free, my boys, the wind is fair and free

The steamer's course is north, my boys, and the Palmer we shall see

The Palmer we shall see, my boys, and Cooktown's muddy shore

For I've been told there's lots of gold so stay down south no more



So blow you winds hi-ho. A-digging we will go

We'll stay down south no more, my boys so let the music play

In spite of what I'm told, we're off to search for gold

To make a oush for that new rush a thousand miles away


They say the blacks are troublesome and spear both horse and man

The rivers all are wide and deep, no bridges them do span

No bridges them do span, my boys, and so you'll have to swim

But never fear the yarns you hear for gold you're sure to win


So let us make a move , my boys, to that new promised land

We'll do the best we can, my boys, to lend a helping hand

To lend a helping hand, my boys, where the soil is rich and new

In spite of blacks and unknown tracks, we'll show what we can do