I learned a song with these lyrics in a unique community that still celebrates New Years Eve around the piano, but it makes no mention of mining. It does however involve miming of the appropriate words.
NEW YEAR SONG
I saw the old faces and places I knew,
I saw the old valleys and hills,
And I listened with joy, as I did when a boy,
To the sound of the old village bell.
The fires were burning brightly,
Twas a scene to banish all tears,
For the bells were ringing the old year out,
And the New Year in.
Learned at the house of Tom Fry, Skenes Creek, Victoria circa 1969.
PS I can notate the tune when I get time.