For all those who have worked at Osborne Mine,
It’s time to say goodbye...
So let us shake each others hands,
And hold your heads up high...
Enduring uncertain times,
Not knowing what’s around the bend...
We kept our self esteem,
And worked until to the end...
At times it was so hard,
To stay focused and alert...
As we kept our mates beside us,
And made sure they weren't hurt...
We rallied in the hard times,
With our backs against the wall...
When they turned the tides against us,
When the copper price did fall...
We often swore at our mates,
And called them something queer...
But it all soon forgotten,
When you met up for a beer...
Where at the bar you would meet,
To tell a yarn or two...
Laugh and joke with your mates,
At the weekly BBQ...
Then the next day at work,
The breatho is what we faced...
A triple zero was the result,
That everybody chased...
But put all the jokes aside,
Be proud of what we’ve done...
We’ve all put this place on the map,
And made it number one...
So we all leave here knowing,
We’ve done our best without a doubt...
Goodbye good luck to all our mates,
As we catch that last plane out !
Len Newey