A thousand miles away
1. The wind is fair and free, my boys, the wind
is fair and free,
A E
the steamer's course is north, my boys, and the Palmer we
will see.
A
D
The Palmer
we we’ll see, my boys, and Cooktown's muddy shore,
A E A
where I've been told there's lots of gold, so stay down
south no more.
So blow you winds high ho, a-digging we will go,
A
E
I’ll stay no more down south, my boys, so let
the music play.
A
D
In spite of what I'm told, I'm off to search
for gold,
A E A
and make a push for that new rush a thousand miles away.
2. So
let us make a move, my boys, for that new promised land,
A E
and do the best we can, my boys, to lend a helping hand.
A
D
To
lend a helping hand, my boys, where the soil is rich and new,
A E A
in spite of pain for
golden gain, we'll see what we can do.
(Traditional)