The Old Palmer Song

The wind is fair and free, my boys, the wind is fair and free
The steamer's course is north, my boys, and the Palmer we will see
The Palmer we will see, my boys, and Cooktown's muddy shore
Where I've been told there's lots of gold, so stay down south no more

So, blow ye winds, heigho
A-digging we will go
I'll stay down south no more, my boys
So let the music play
In spite of what I'm told
I'm off in search of gold
And making a push for that new rush
A thousand miles away

So let us make a move, my boys, for that new promised land
And do the best we can, my boys, to lend a helping hand
To lend a helping hand, my boys, where the soil is rich and new
In spite of the blacks and unknown tracks, we'll show what we can do

So, blow ye winds, heigho
A-digging we will go
I'll stay down south no more, my boys
So let the music play
In spite of what I'm told
I'm off in search of gold
And making a push for that new rush
A thousand miles away