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He was almost blind and wasted	A
With the wear of many years	B
He had laboured and had tasted	A
Bitter troubles many cares	C
But his laugh was loud and ringing	D
And his flag was on the mast	E
Every day they heard him singing	D
'Bound to strike it rich at last '	F
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Here he brandished axe and maul ere	G
Buninyong and after that	H
Fought and bled with Peter Lalor	I
And the boys at Ballarat	H
East and west and northward striving	D
As the tides set fresh and fast	H
Ever trying rarely thriving	D
Yes he'd strike it rich at last	H
	-
Now and then she'd pan out snugly	J
Mostly all the other way	K
But he never cut up ugly	J
When he bottomed on the clay	K
Never cursed or got disgusted	H
Mourned the days and chances past	H
Geordie always hoped and trusted	H
He would strike it rich at last	H
	-
If the days were very dull or	I
When the store men cut up rough	L
And he couldn't raise a colour	I
From a cart load of the stuff	L
No man found him chicken hearted	H
He'd no time to bang and blast	H
Pegged her out again and started	H
Bound to strike it rich at last	H
	-
Blinded by a shot in Eighty	J
Sinking for the Pegleg Reef	M
If he sorrowed o'er his fate he	J
Let no mortal see his grief	M
In the Home there in the city	J
Geordie won their favor fast	H
All the inmates learned his ditty	J
'Bound to strike it rich at last '	-
	-
When brought low and bowed and hoary	J
Still his eyes alone were blind	H
Fortune left undimmed the glory	J
Of his happy tranquil mind	H
In his heart a flame was glowing	D
That defied the roughest blast	H
And he sang 'There is no knowing	D
Mates I'll strike it rich at last '	-
	-
As the end approached he prattled	H
Of old days at Ballarat	H
And again the windlass rattled	H
At Jim Crow and Blanket Flat	H
And the nurses heard him mutter	I
As his dauntless spirit passed	H
'Streak of luck boys On the gutter '	-
Geordie struck it rich at last	H

Edward Dyson

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