THE KING OF THE MINERS.

NZ Truth, Issue 84, 26 January 1907, Page 3

THE KING OF THE MINERS.

Brothers, your concertinas, sisters, your tambourines , I am the King of the Miners, out on my yearly spree. ' ' Bacchus is God of Nelson, I am his only son, Out of "the way while I shake my leg— you /beery son of a gun. Hear the grotesque euphonium, blow' up that damned old lute, I am the King of the Miners, let yourself go on the flute ; I am the -kins of the toilers, hear me skite and swear ■ One of the blooming earners, out on a ruddy tear. Raging around the township, see how the people run, But we're not out. for .blood, boye,. - >oi\ly to have some^ fun. . Paihtine; ' the whole show crimson, «:ed with a. purple line, Roarins; around the corners, God, but ain't it fine. Make some room m the front there, while I waltz down the street. Into the corner pub, boys, where 'the hard cases meet. Fill up the pewters handy, we've sot to play hell to-day. Whisky, or beer, or brandy, there's plenty here to pay. This is the song of the miner, but hear his dismal wail, When he wakes up m the morning, cooling himself m jail. Damages, fines, and lawyers cut out his yearly cheque ; Back to Mr to.il he wanders, the same old yearly "wreck. JAMES HORSFIELD. Golden Ridge, \ Collinfwood, Nelson, January 11, 1907.