The Mining Engineer

Verse 1	I wish I had a barrel of rum and sugar three hundred pounds, The college bell to mix it in and clapper to stir it round. Like every honest fellow, I take my whisky clear, I'm a rambling wreck from Golden Tech, a helluva engineer.
Chorus	A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva engineer, A helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva, helluva engineer, Like every honest fellow, I take my whisky clear, I'm a rambling wreck from Golden Tech, a helluva engineer.
Verse II	And if I had a daughter, I'd dress her up in green, I'd send her up to Boulder to Coach the football team, But if I had a son, sir, I'll tell you what he'd do, He'd yell "To hell with Boulder," like his daddy used to do.
Chorus	He'd yell "To hell with Boulder," like his daddy used to do. He'd yell "To hell with Boulder," like his daddy used to do. But if I had a son, sir, I'll tell you what he'd do, He'd yell "To hell with Boulder," like his daddy used to do.
Verse III	Now here we have the mining man, in either hand a gun. He's not afraid of anything, and he's never known to run. He dearly loves his whisky, and he dearly loves his beer, He's a shooting, fighting, dynamiting mining engineer.
Chorus	A shooting, fighting, dynamiting mining engineer. A shooting, fighting, dynamiting mining engineer. He dearly loves his whisky, and he dearly loves his beer. He's a shooting, fighting, dynamiting mining engineer.
Verse IV	If you want to gear the planets that revolve around the sun, We'll do the job up nicely, and we'll only call it fun, And if you want a bridge to Mars, or a ten-foot shaft to hell, We're the engineers of a thousand years and we'll do the job right well.
Chorus	The engineers of a thousand years and we'll do the job right well. The engineers of a thousand years and we'll do the job right well. And if you want a bridge to Mars, or a ten-foot shaft to hell, We're the engineers of a thousand years and we'll do the job right well.
Verse V	Submitted by - Laurence Gardner '53 The Miner’s “M”, a symbol of a brand of mining men, Whose courage knocks the mountains down and builds them up again, No matter in this paydirt world orediggers choose to roam, Mines is always with them, The “M” still stands for home.
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