Saturday, 5 November 2011

Golden Years


On the approval of plans for gold mining at Tyndrum in the Scottish Highlands:

Up at Tyndrum there’s a syndrome
Get rich quick we’ll all be fine
Like 49ers
That’s where you’ll find us
Up to our oxters in a mine

Just hang a left at Crianlarich
A few miles up the A-8-2
That’s where you’ll find us
Like 49ers
Doing what prospectors do

We’re not vandals we’ll pan handle
Sift for gold with our wee pan
Like 49ers
That’s how you’ll find us
Get rich quick is our big plan

It’s not the Yukon not the Klondyke
It’s a bonnie Highland glen
Like 49ers
That’s where you’ll find us
Searching for gold till who knows when

In California they built cities
San Francisco flowered that way
Like 49ers
We wish you’d find us
In that city by the bay

We don’t like lemons grapefruit or oranges
No citrus fruit of any kind
We’re Scottish miners
Not 49ers
We have no taste for clementines

In a tavern with our companion
Perhaps we sip a glass of wine
Like 49ers
That’s where you’ll find us
Not too rich but doing fine

So we wonder is this the answer
To so much of Scotland’s ills
Like 49ers
That’s where you’ll find us
After gold in them thar hills

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