1896 and there’s gold in the sticks,
In the forest and the hills of the Yukon.
If you get there quick then you can take first pick
of the land that belongs to the Han.
Northward bound for the Klondike gold rush,
We don’t have a care for those who live there.
cos there’s gold in them there hills for the white folk’s thrills
And so the Indians will have to move elsewhere.
Not many fortunes were made, not many got paid
But the stampede surely left its mark.
For those in Dawson’s city, it isn’t such a pity
To push the native Han into the dark.
What’s there now, just a pitiful town and the ghosts of the tribe that you killed.
With new diseases brought by Europeans, their cries still echo round the hills.
I was at this band's first show and IIRC they played this whole demo and handed out copies. Was as visceral then as it is now. Still one of the best sets I've ever seen. Our Ghosts
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