Newspaper Article, SONG FOR THE TIMES

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SONG FOR THE TIMES. By a Frontier Individual. Tune—"Hard Times" come again no more. There’s a crowd in every village, and every town, astir, Who are going to gather up the gold; There’s a sound in every cottage, and a wring every ear, 'Pike’s Peak’ is the land for the young and old. Chorus.—’Tis the life and the dream of the many, 'Pike’s Peak’, 'Pike’s Peak’, the land of brave and bold. Many ways we have wandered and now we are told, 'Pike's Peak' is the place to get the gold. There’s a young lovely maiden, scarce sixteen summers old, Whose thoughts over the distant prairie roam, Where the idol of her vision is digging for the gold— Pike’s Peak is the place to make your home. Chorus—'Tis the life and the dream of the many, & ‘Fare the well, says the farmer to his loving child and wife, Be merry till the day we meet again, ... happy life. Pike’s peak is the place to get the 'tin.’ ‘I am tired’ says the merchant ‘of selling goods for years' When a fortune can be made in half the time. So he takes a barrel of whisky, besides a Sweitzer cheese Pike’s Peak is the place of his design. There is youths of every nation and men from far and near, Who are going to make their fortunes quick, There goes ‘paddy with his shovel, there Yoccup with his beer— Pike's Peak is the place to raise the chink.