The soldiers were holding their guns and starting to aim,

The soldiers and miners knew who would win,

Every single miner and soldier were starting to din,

It was a very unfair war once it all started,

The miners were being very outsmarted,

The soldiers thought of it as training,

The clouds were starting to dim as soon as it started raining,

All of the soldiers were scared of their overpowering might,

Everybody who was there got involved in the all mighty brawl,

But yet some of the soldiers and miners will have to fall,

fortunately the red coats have won the battle,

They had a delightful feast from all of their cattle,

The horrible gold license was changed,

And all of the money was arranged,

It is early in the morning and the people are walking to the goldfields,

When they are walking to the goldfields it is very very cold,

While they are walking there is lots of mould on the grass,

One of the men fell over and hurt him self because he had a cut on his leg.

Topic:Chinese going to the goldfields

When we panned for gold in the morning it would be really really really cold,

But we soon worked out it was very much worth it for the precious metal we sold,

With our loot we bought lots and lots of delicious juicy fruit,

Then a humongous cart came past and tooted the big horn.

You couldn't have met someone who was calmer,

He stole cattle and horses from farm land,

He never went anywhere unless he was manned,

Ned officially created the famous Kelly gang,

They moved from stealing to killing with a bang,

His helmet was the most important part,

Soon enough gang were shot in the heart,

Ships came to Victoria & on one was Holgen Mold,

He had come for one reason & that reason was gold,

He loved to mine for it twenty four hours a day,

When he came is was half way though May,

He dug for years & found nothing but fools gold,

He very angry indeed about that fact, was Mold,

Then one day Holgen found a great heap of loot,

So he got a home with a tree with a big root,

They would burn their licences, if they would dare. 

The battle was ferocious, many lives were lost, 

But they kept on going, in the rain and frost.

 Although the soldiers won the battle,

And the miners were treated like cattle, 

The miners got what they wanted eventually

They finished their mission successfully. 

As the sun came up in the valley,

there was a new person to join called sally,

People came from different places far far away,

And as time went by they built a town and it had cafe,

The people were cold,

But they were bold and tough,

But slowly got told that they ran out of hope,

As they dug and dug day by day it eventually ended.

I couldn't stand this foul weather that was so hot.

I felt like steaming boiling water on a pot.

The gold licenses are so expensive it drives me mad.

And the harsh taxes that the Chinese get makes it bad.

And worst yet I have to sleep in a cot.

I'm alone it's obnoxious I'm petrified in my shotty crippled bed.

The broken pillow the torn up bed it's does damage to my head.

In the gold fields I see people who look so cool.

But me compared to the cool people I look like a fool

And even worse some one got dehydrated and now he's dead.

 

The miners were in great fright,

When they saw the soldiers might,

When the soldiers kept fighting to win,

The miners would never give in,

All the miners had different guns,

Most of the miners guns weighed tons,

Very early in the morning the bout broke out,

There were dead bodies lying all about,

Bright and early they left on a Sunday morning at the chokato call,

But they shall not know what would then change Australia for all,

All the ships came proud and tall they came sailing from the north to the south,

But at the end when they were to tired to shout they docked in harbours mouth,

They entered in standing tall they hopping to find gold and that was all,

They were all tired and worn out but they would not stop because they wanted more,

They gathered around the campfire at the end of the day, they soung their songs to save their day

Great masses of money is made if they are sold,

The hunt for bits of gold continued to be a hard slog,

The good old chaps drowned their sorrows by swigging on sly grog,

The rich and wealthy government was making so much profit,

But many miners made no money they could deposit,

They would have dust in their throat and dirt in their eyes,

If this did occur then it would not be a surprise.

 

The things I mined,
 

And the things I find,

Not worth as much as gold,

I wish I could just get a hold,

I can't see the sunshine,

Because I am in a dirty gold mine,

But the friendship I made

My bad feeling started to fade,

Working as sweaty as a blaze,

This is my gold rush days,

  Hope you enjoyed my gold story,

Which will give you lots of glory.

All the miners were exasperated and doubtful,

They barely got fed anymore than a mouthful,

Deep down in the dirty and dreadful mine,

They never at all got to see the sunshine

And to find a sliver of gold was almost a miracle,

A long and hard days work for only a sprinkle,

 But trying to sleep was the worst part of all

You'd wake in the night and say ‘Shush Paul!’

 looking for gold but most were a failure,

 All of them mined to strike it rich,

But most mined into an empty ditch,

A couple of guys found a great nugget,

And promptly placed in a great bucket.

They were screaming in joy and knew they had money

And they cried and laughed and thought it was funny.

He was digging and digging and digging for gold. 

Not a flake of goodness found for as long as he dug,

As most of the miners were sleeping on rugs.

The murder at Week's hotel was very sad,

And it made all the miners very sad.

So they had a massive protest in front of it,

And burnt it down with all their sticks lit.

Blood was in the air as the cold Sunday  breeze blow slowly through the sky's,

As the bravest and fierce miners told their wives their last byes.

The clamour of the miners triggered the soldiers without a doubt,

The soldiers gathered their courage and marched out.

The two armies gathered a top of bakery hill as they planted their feet with pride,

They pointed their sticks, guns, bayonets at each other to signal they are no longer allied.

One side knew they were doomed Ones the first gun went off,

 they looked down to his dying friend as they stand together to see his bloody cough.

The battle was officially on,

Australias greatest battle was now upon.

It was a pathetic riot of justice between two,

As the blood of the miners made the ground dew.

The shooting only went on for 15 minutes,

But 28 was the death limit.

The miners left their hope behind as their dropped their guns and fled the scene,

While they where retreating the soldiers were waking back to their automatic teller machine.

The war was over for good,

But we will remember for however long we should.

Ships came to Victoria & on one was Holgen Mold,

He had come for one reason & that reason was gold,

He loved to mine for it twenty four hours a day,

When he came it was half way though May,

He dug for years & found nothing but fools gold,

He was very angry indeed about that fact, was Mold,

Then one day Holgen found a great heap of loot,

So he got a home with a tree with a big root,

So he kept trying his luck to find more gold,

But he found nothing but darn darn mould,

The licences costed more & more Pounds,

He had to pay 1 Pound for one square mound,

The men were angry about the horrid licences,

The men took it as lots of extremely horrible crisis’,

So the men built a big strong stockade at Eureka,

The miners were very hopeful, but in reality they were weaker,

The Queen’s soldiers fought bloody well,

But the diggers happily won, says Mell,

All were given the right to vote the ruler,

Everyone could, & Holgen became the Jeweller,

The soldiers got hit by bullets and they laid there like a peach,

The barrels were fired and the land died, 

And the soldiers were hurt and they tried to hide,   

The Aussies made trenches and they only thought of death, 

But all they can do is hope that this is not their last breath, 

The Aussies fought with pride and they always missed their old lives,

And everyday the soldiers would go to the battle field and plant the mines,

The machine guns fired and the bombs were ticking,

Every once in a while guns stopped and the snow was trickling,

And every night you could hear the laughter of the soldiers, 

In battle the soldiers every once in a while would come across boulders,

Then one night the Aussies put their guns aside and left the Gallipoli land, 

Then they got on the big ship, the applause erupted and the soldiers felt grand,

The Aussies stopped in Egypt and had a little relax and then it was time to leave,

They loved being away from the battle field and then they were glad to get away from the thieves,

They got back home and at the dock the crowd stood cheering and applauding, 

When they got home the crowd cheered and the soldiers were cheering why the rain was pouring,

And it looked  like all the soldiers had come back but that's not right most of them didn't come,

They were laying dead on the ground most berried but some were left there I know war is dumb,

He was on the run so he was smelly,

He protected his family from the cops,

By the end of the day he would flop

He made a metal suit for his might,

he would never give up until the night,

People  now think he is a fantastic hero,

Because at the end he took zero,

He rode on his spectacular horse,

Never thinking of any source of remorse,

He lived his life on the run for his family, 

Which probably meant he had a mighty cavity,

He was running for his family from the cops ,

Thinking of nothing but his families crops,

Oh how would they live without him,

Now for ever on there lives would be dim

It always has to come to a horrific end,

And this one you can not mend, 

Let's all just remember Him and say amen,

And don't forget to say that time and time again