SITE SOURCE: Mrs D. Clarke - Folklore Unit

The Mines of Australia

I sailed to the west with a dear pal of mine,
Each having a share in one claim,
And taking bad luck as it came with the rest,
And working on all the same,
When a cowardly blow struck my pool pal low,
Who struck him I never could tell,
But the share of his gold, lays close to my heart,
For mother and dear sister Nell.

I'm going back to my dear old home,
Far away over the sea,
Back to the scenes of my childhood,
Where there's a welcome sure for me.
Many a year has passed away,
Since I left old England's shore,
And may God speed the vessel
That carries me back
To my dear old home once more

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