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Thread #59756   Message #2159869
Posted By: Jim Dixon
29-Sep-07 - 09:19 AM
Thread Name: ADD: Happy Miner/Unhappy Miner (Old Put)
Subject: ADD: The Happy Miner
I found a song which contains the second verse you quoted. It's from "Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads" collected by John A. Lomax, the text of which can be seen at Project Gutenberg.

THE HAPPY MINER

I'm a happy miner. I love to sing and dance.
I wonder what my love would say If she could see my pants
With canvas patches on my knees and one upon the stern?
I'll wear them when I'm digging here and home when I return.

CHORUS: So I get in a jovial way, I spend my money free.
And I've got plenty! Will you drink lager beer with me?

She writes about her poodle dog; but never thinks to say,
"Oh, do come home, my honey dear! I'm pining all away."
I'll write her half a letter, then give the ink a tip.
If that don't bring her to her milk, I'll coolly let her rip.

They wish to know if I can cook and what I have to eat,
And tell me should I take a cold, be sure and soak my feet.
But when they talk of cooking, I'm mighty hard to beat.
I've made ten thousand loaves of bread the devil couldn't eat.

I like a lazy partner so I can take my ease,
Lay down and talk of golden home, as happy as you please;
Without a thing to eat or drink, away from care and grief.
I'm fat and sassy, ragged, too, and tough as Spanish beef.

No matter whether rich or poor, I'm happy as a clam.
I wish my friends at home could look and see me as I am.
With woolen shirt and rubber boots, in mud up to my knees,
And lice as large as chili beans fighting with the fleas.

I'll mine for half an ounce a day, perhaps a little less,
But when it comes to China pay, I cannot stand the press.
Like thousands there, I'll make a pile, if I make one at all,
About the time the allied forces take Sebastopol.