FLIN FLON GOLD
Clayton Anderson Bell
I struck it rich in Flin Flon,
I dug and found the gold.
What do I do with my treasure?
For my very soul I sold.
My family long departed,
My children know me not.
I left them all to moil for gold,
Now that is all I’ve got.
What is it with yellow metal?
It turns a man insane,
He sells his soul to the Devil,
No thought of it again.
No oil now lights my cabin,
Cupboard shelves are bare.
I lie on fifty sacks of gold,
Not a living soul to care.
I hear music at the door,
The Devil, he waltzes in.
Waves a hand, my gold is gone.
I’ve paid for all my sins.
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