Way back in this thread (on 19 Aug) Mysha mentioned 'By the dry Cardrona'. Here ya go:

BY THE DRY CARDRONA
(James K. Baxter)

Oh I can tell where the cherries grow
By the dry Cardrona
Where I picked them long ago
On a day when I was sober
On a day when I was sober

My father wore a parson's coat
By the dry Cardrona
He made a tally of the sheep and the goats
But I was never sober
I was never sober

My mother sewed her Sunday skirt
By the dry Cardrona
They say she died of a broken heart
For I was never sober
I was never sober

I loved a young girl, and only one
By the dry Cardrona
She up and married the banker's son
For I was never sober
I was never sober

I courted a widow of forty-nine
By the dry Cardrona
She owned a stable and a scheelite mine
But I was never sober
I was never sober

Lay my bones till the judgement crack
By the wild Cardrona
A blanket swag all on my back
To pillow me drunk or sober
Pillow me drunk or sober

All rivers run to a rimless grave
Even the wild Cardrona
But never a one will come my way
Till I am stone cold sober
Till I am stone cold sober

I can tell where the cherries grow
By the wild Cardrona
Where I picked them long ago
On a day when I was sober
On a day when I was sober

One of New Zealand’s best-known poets, James Keir Baxter, featured his poem,'By the Dry Cardrona', in his 1958 radio play, 'Jack Winter’s Dream'. The dry Cardrona is a symbol of the spritual aridity of his early life in contrast with the life-giving? springtime snowmelt waters of the wild Cardrona that nourish the cherry trees along its banks. Scheelite, which is mentioned in the poem, is an important source of tungsten, a very hard metal.

English folkie, Steve Turner, always did it justice:

Youtube clip

--Stewie.