I met an old prospector and for a drink I asked,
And for what he proffered the gods he sure surpassed.
Oh, but never before and never since has whiskey tasted quite like this, lovey.
Dick said, and Camara found he took the pride of place,
He was prime minister, the finest in the race.
Oh, but never before and never since has there been a man like this,
Meg and Lizzie.

Lizzie Burns, coasters from Camara, often over a brew of tea,
Told these early tales to me, lovey.
Camara, Camara, clementous and true, warm hearts and gold, lovey.
Camara's wood is stacked so high in piles,
So neat a delight,
Light's the eye, coasters know for it is true,
They always show their wood to you, lovey.
And from the bush the boys would come with never an empty hand,
The brace of birds, eel or trout, with a lusty roar, a mighty shout.
Oh, but never before and never since has food tasted quite like this,
On wash day in kerosene cans to boil the wash,
On open fire water from the creek did come, The wooding tub, the washing board.
Oh, but never before and never since has washing been as white as this, lovey.
Coasters born, gone and passed, here's a little song as last,
Though we sing of just a few to sing the rest is up to you, lovey.
Kumara, Kumara
Clematis and tuin
Warm hearts and gold