Posted by: Oklahoma Sun | January 1, 2010

Hidden Treasure Mine.

Hidden Treasure Mine.


Wallace David Coburn. Rhymes from a Round-up Camp, 1903.

 

OH! them good old lucky days,
Them days of golden time,
When Alder Gulch was famous,
And Last Chance in its prime;
When gold dust was as common
As needles on the pine,
And Jim and me was workin’
In the Hidden Treasure mine.

The Treasure was a placer mine,
And every single day
We made a clean-up of the dust
That in her sluices lay.
And while the evenin’ zeffers blew
We saw the nuggets shine,
When Jim and me was workin’
In the Hidden Treasure mine.

Them days, we never used to think
Or care about the way
That politicians spent their cash,
Nor what they had to say;
For men had to be honest,
Or else they’d stretch a line,
When Jim and me was workin’
In the Hidden Treasure mine.

And when I sit and ponder
On them old happy days,
When men were brave and loyal,
Though reckless in their ways,—
The sun it does n’t seem so bright
As when it used to shine,
When Jim and me was workin’
In the Hidden Treasure mine.

But now poor Jim has passed away,
The Treasure is all gone;
Old Alder Gulch and Last Chance,
Are sad to look upon;
For now, above the very spot,
A jobber hangs his sign
Where Jim and me we used to work
The Hidden Treasure mine.

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