Loyalty
J C Munro

I bore his son in '49, when I was his and he was mine
The year before the year the rush began
But things were very different then, when women followed after men
And bore them kids and bore the fate they bore
And little did I know back then, where being led would lead me when
His love for me turned into love for gold

From Bathurst then in '51, The Goulburn glittering in the sun
The dream of gold was glittering in his eyes
He scratched the dirt in Buninyong, as dutifully I dragged along
To Eaglehawk and Castlemaine and Bendigo
One step behind one blow too few and rushing when we heard the news
That someone somewhere else had struck the seam

He never found the motherlode, and me. I bore a mother's load
As finally to Eureka he brought us
And though he never found the gold, he found his place to lead the bold
And stand up for the diggers at Eureka
Through worked out seam, to hero bold
I stood beside him times untold
Now I wait to learn his fate here at Eureka

I bore his son in'49, when I was his and he was mine
The year before the year the rush began.