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Show Tvvas Galena first and then the Nast In the gd Old Galena Days Third Verse These hills are now like honey combs In these Modern Galena Days With all paved roads and stately homes In these Modern Galena Days They haul the ore in railroad trains That's loaded by electric cranes For they use no more the mule and chains In these Modern Galena Days. Chorus In these Modern Galena Days In these Modern Galena Days Now the tourists come from near and far In their big high powered motor And you can't buy whiskey at the bar In these Modem Galena Days. GALENA DAYS When Miss Galena fur 1940 was selected at the Princess theatre last September 12, an original song was presented by John L. Smith of 212 Pioneer avenue, Sandy, Utah, and his Rocky-Mountain Rocky-Mountain trio. The words of the composition are printed here by permission of Mr. Smith: First Verse When the old prospectors roamed these hills In the good Old Galena Days His path was filled with many thrills In the good old Galena Days His burros trudged the dusty road They didn't mind the heavy load For the peaceful hills were their, abode In the good Old Galena Days. Chorus In the good Old Galena Days In the good Old Galena Days With a pick and shovel and a pan When a burro was a friend to man And you cooked your coffee in an old tin can In the good Old Galena Days. Second Verse Just about four score long years or more In the good Old Galena Days An old prospector found some ore In the good Old Galena Days The miners rushed in thick and fast To drill the holes and sturt to blast |
