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.

Refrain
So blow ye winds, heigh-ho, a-digging we will go,
I’ll stay no more down South, my boys,
So let the music play.
In spite of what I’m told, I’m off to search for gold,
And make a push for that new rush
A thousand miles away.