Farewell to the Gold

(Paul Metzers)



Shotover River, your gold it is waning

And it's years since the color I've seen.

No use just sitting, Lady Luck blaming

I'll pack up and make a break clean.



cho: Farewell to the gold that never I found,

Goodbye to the nuggets that somewhere abound;

For it's only when dreaming that I see you gleaming

Down in the dark deep underground.



It's nearly three years since I left my old mother

For adventure and gold by the pound.

With Jimmy the prospector, he was another,

For the hills of Otago we were bound.



cho:

We worked the Cardrona's dry valley all over

Old Jimmy Williams and me.

They were panning good dust on the winding shotover

So we headed down there just to see.



cho:



We sluiced and we cradled for day after day

Barely making enough to get by;

Then a terrible flood swept poor Jimmy away

During six stormy days in July.



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