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source: AUSTRALIAN MELODIST NO 21 Sung with success everywhere by Will Danvers SITE SOURCE: Section 4. GOLD, EMIGRATION AND FREE SELECTION THE LAND OF GOLDI'm only a digger—I arrived years agoWhen your land did its treasures untold. And all eyes on Australia were instantly turned, At the cry of that magic word, "Gold !" Your streets golden pavements were said to possess. Men were all making fortunes untold; So I, with the gold fever then at its height, Came, with others, in search of your gold Chorus Gold, gold. gold, this I would get I was told. So out to seek my fortune I came in the days of old. Gold i gold! gold! The treasure I did behold, And I got more than my share of it In this the land of gold. Gold, gold, gold, in riches the whole of us rolled— Why, we'd light our pipes with ten pun' notes In the good old days of old. Gold! Gold! Gold! With pleasure we all would behold . But we scarcely knew what to do with it then, In this the land of gold. You talk of Eureka—ah! I was there, 'Twas a gallant old stand we all made; Prompt action! Like demons our rights we maintained At Ballarat's famous stockade. Both bold and determined—'twas justice we sought— Like one man we worked as a whole. And we had a loved leader, so fearless and brave— Peter Lalor' -'twas he, rest his soul. Chorus Gold! Gold! Gold! We'd heroes, we had, of old, Like dear old Peter Lalor – veterans staunch and bold. Gold! Gold! Gold! We'll never again behold Such sturdy, rugged warriors In this the land of gold. Gold, gold, gold, years merrily onward rolled, And vanishing now are the pioneers Of the good old days of old. Gold! Gold! Gold! The bell of misfortune has toiled, Oh! For a small slice of the ;long time back' In this the land of gold.
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