Rhymes of a Roughneck by Pat O'Cotter
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A new made lot, that couldn't be bought,
And strangers to graft or greed. They loosed the land from the Devil's grip, They pierced the hills with their trails, They flagged the rocks at the harbor's mouth, They paved the way for the rails. They builded a school where the dance hall stood And they brought in their children and wives; They gave their all to the new land's call And some of them gave their lives. Now the pimp and the brothel have passed away And the gambling hall is a dream; A railroad train now follows the trail Where we followed a nine-dog team. A thousand stamps now sing their song Where we panned on the gold shot ledge, And a picture show now marks the line That once was the frontier's edge. The milch cows graze where the brown bear roamed And a saw mill sings its lay On a bar in the Yukon River Where we panned one summer day. They are raising wheat where the bull moose grazed In the summers of long ago, It seems kind of strange when we note the change, But we'd rather have it so. |
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