I’ll tell you a story,
About a place I did work..
Away from the city,
It’s not a bad lurk...
It’s at Osborne Mine,
Where there copper and gold...
And a small bit of magnetite,
Or so I am told...
We work 8 and 6,
12 hours a day...
In a mine underground,
To bring home the pay...
We’re firing the stopes,
Mining the tonnes...
Trucks hauling Copper,
To be number one...
We work here so hard,
To stay injury free..
To return home again safe,
To our beloved family...
To those who have helped us,
Like Neal Col and Bob...
They worked all together,
To keep us our job...
But the days are soon numbered,
It’s the end of the line...
Time to wind up,
And close down the mine...
We all leave this place sadly,
With a bit of a sigh...
A pat on the back,
And a tear in the eye...
It’s time to move on,
The next stage in our life...
To support all our families,
The kids and the wife...
So let us remember,
All those good mates...
That worked here at Osborne,
I think it was great...
LEN NEWEY
26/01/2010