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(A Song of The Olden Time)

(A Song of The Olden Time)
From a SA Newspaper April 1880
Copper mine


Listen ye sons of this land of corn & wine
To the song of the olden times-all of Burra Mine
When with bullocks & drays the heavy loads
Were carted all along its hard & dusty roads

Six times & all had we encamped one night
Near the Kapunda mine just by the River Light
There was Charley, the Frenchman & Yorkie & me
Sliding Bill & two others, all bent on fun & glee

One Johnny from Gawler, who was as good as a blade
As ever whip upon the hack of a bullock team had laid;
With Pat, from dear old Ireland, that happy home of cheer
Who could ride the young buck jumper with a cry of “Look out here

And the singing & the jesting went merrily around
Until the hill tops of the light re-echoed with the sound
The grog passed in a tin pannikin there
In a way & manner to make poor Good Templars stare

For Charley played the fiddle & Paddy all the while
Gave us “Finnigan’s Wake” just in a proper style
Till the curlews note was heard in wild & weird like cry
& the scared opossums scaled the gumtrees hard by

So we kept up the night with laughing & with fun
Till the small hours began to ring until the clock struck one
Then round the fire we slept & never opened an eye
Till the bright sun in the east illuminated the sky

Then up we rose and merrily into our toil once more
We laboured on with right good will as cheerful as before
And now the season has passed by, yet be the story mine
To tell how we carted copper from the Burra Burra Burra Mine