The Cobalt Song
You can talk about your cities and all the towns you know
With trolley cars and pavement hard and theatres where you go
you can have your little autos and carriages so fine
but it’s hob nail boots and a flannel shirt in Cobalt town for mine.
Old Porcupine's a muskeg, Elk Lake's just a fire trap,
New Liskeard's just a country town and Haileybury's just come back,
You can buy the whole of Latchford for a nickel or a dime,
But it's hob nail boots and a flannel shirt in Cobalt town for mine.
Elk Lake was only a bubble, Gowganda had a few,
Old Larder Lake was just a fake, Lorraine was a whisper to,
Swastika is a rockpile, hot air is Porcupine,
But it's hob nail boots and a flannel shirt in Cobalt town for mine.
We've got the only Lang Street; there's blind pigs everywhere,
Old Cobalt Lake's a dirty old place, there's mud all over the square,
We've got the darndest railroad, that never runs on time.
But it's hob nail boots and a flannel shirt in Cobalt town for mine.
We've bet all our dough on hockey and swore till the air was blue,
The Cobalt stocks have emptied our socks with the dividends cut in two,
They don't get any of our money in darn old Porcupine,
But it's hob nail boots and a flannel shirt in Cobalt town for mine.
(Chorus)
For We'll sing a little song of Cobalt,
If you don't live there it's your fault
Oh you Cobalt, where the big gin rickies flow
Where all the silver comes from,
You'll live a life and then some
Oh you Cobalt, you're the best old town I know.
The Town of Cobalt
Legend has it that the first silver strike was made by a man named Fred Larose. Mr. Larose was a blacksmith who threw a hammer at a fox. When he went to get his hammer, he found silver in the rock. He like many others went on to create one of the many mines in our area.
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© 2004 St. Patrick School, Cobalt
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