Once
there was a gold rush
The
Aussie gone wild and made the grade
Turning
the land into a frenzy digging
The
search of gold and the wealth
Some
made the grade
Climbing
up the steps of success
Others
fell behind out of exhaustion
With
nothing much to show
Maybe
only memories
Of
the years gone away
Leaving
part of the heritage
For
the tourists like you to appreciate
Now
you can play
The
make believe time of finding gold
With
the olden ways of the past
Do
you hear the laughter in your ears?
You
walk to the skeleton prop
Of
a time the gold diggers failed
The
hardship they had to endure
The
web of history now you walk on
The
tourists gathered at the stream
Some
bending low to see the glittering gold
Others
spend time talking about history
Of
a moment you feel you are part of it
Now
you see the museum
Of
gold that brought its richness
Ballarat
the sign reads back to you
The
tourists come to feel the part of history
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