THE LODES THAT UNDER-LIE
Edwin Greenslade (Dryblower) Murphy
O, calm and clear the liar lies
Who Writes reports on mines: _
Behold what knowledge deep and wise
His legend intertwines.
But ah, if he should own the lease
Supposed to hold the lode-·
Behold his lying pow‘rs increase-
Observe his matchless mode.
He may not have an mince of quartz,
The reef his lease might miss,
But in his Rougemont-like reports
T H E
R E E F
R U N S
L I K E
T H I S.
But if perchance the reef is found
And proven rich and wide,
Within another party's ground
Who pegged hlm side by side.
He can't peg in upon the end,
That’s taken long ago.
And if the lode-line doesn't bend
He hasn't Buckley's show:
But shifting reefs is labor Iight.
And perfect is his bliss,
So as his lease is on the right-
But should his lease located be
Upon the 1eft·hand side,
The reef in which the gold shows free
Towards the left he'll guide.
For that which baulks a modest man
A mining scribe can do.
And alterations on a plan
Will swing a reef askew;
So once again with pencil deft
He plumbs the earth's abyss
And as his lease is on the left
But if he has no part or share
Around the golden ground,
A tinker's toss he doesn't care
If ANY reef is found.
He cares not if it goes an ounce
Or only goes a grain
But if the owners try to bounce
They're soon amongst the slain.
He slays them as a mad Malay.
Slays foemen with o kris,
And in the mining news next day-
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