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The Rawdon Hills - text

The worn-down shacks of labour past
On a hill of broken stone
Once brought by men to the stamping mills
To brush away the gold
But before it could pass to their sons
The glory left the hole
The Rawdon Hills once were touched by gold

The grandsons of the mining men
Scratch the fields among the trees
When the gold played out
They were all turned out with granite-dusted knees
But at night around the stove
Sometimes the stories still unfold
The Rawdon Hills once were touched by gold

Grandson of the mining men
You'll see it in your dreams
Beneath your father's bones still lies
The undiscovered seam
Of quartzite in a serpentine vein
That marks the greatest yield
And along the Midland Railway, it's still told
How the Rawdon Hills once were touched by gold

Eighty years has been and gone
Since there was colour in the hole
And the care-worn shades of the hard rock men
Surround the old Cope Lode
And through the tiny hillside farms
The miners' tales grow old
The Rawdon Hills once were touched by gold
The Rawdon Hills once were touched by gold

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