In a place called Coober Pedy
where the wind blows hot and gusty
an Irish bloke, by the name of Rory Brown,
bought himself a dug out in that pot marked landscape
and became a miner in this far off town.
He was more than welcomed
by the folks who worked and lived there
etching out a living underground,
and it seemed that he was lucky
when it came to mining opal
considering the volume that he found.
It was said he did not miss
the green hills of old Ireland
preferring the stark and dusty land,
and the friends he made were honest
blokes he could rely on
that were always there to lend a helping hand.
On Friday nights the miners gathered
in the Western Tavern
washing out the dust with Aussie beer,
and they took their chances
on the pokies and the raffles
with many leaving drunk and full of cheer.
But fate it was to alter for the Irish miner
after he was asked to lend a hand,
to spin the Taverns Chocolate Wheel
a Friday night exclusive
and the man called Rory Brown
thought it was grand.
The prize it was amazing
well worth five dollars wager
so all the miners laid their money down,
and waited for the Irish man
to spin that wheel of wonder
and watched as it spun round and round.
They soon became defeated
when after several weeks
the prize was only won by Rory Brown,
but Rory he defended
it was the good luck of the Irish
that won him the best jackpot in the town.
It was rumoured that he’d spoken
to the little folk of Ireland
a Leprechaun had granted him life’s treasures,
and he’d kissed the Blarney Stone
back in County Cork
but Rory’s luck was other men’s displeasure.
They made him change his lucky number
on the Chocolate Wheel,
still his providence held firm, it didn’t alter,
then he struck a vein of opal
that make him filthy rich
when it came to luck Rory could not faultier.
The women of the place took note
of Rory Brown s vast riches
and considering that he was without a wife,
perused him when he came to town
offering female favours
this was the beginning of the strife.
To say he ruffled feathers
was a blatant understatement
and soon there was talk around the place,
that Rory was a scoundrel
with greedy bedside manners
the Irish fellow was a darn disgrace.
So it happened that some miners
grew uneasy about Rory
it was jealousy that came out to play,
For one night in the darkness
Rory Brown he went missing
and hasn’t been heard of to this day.
But in the Western Tavern
where the miners like to gather
there is no Chocolate Wheel in sight.
For it too went missing
along with Irish Rory
on that dark and fateful night.
When the wind blows strong and breezy
through the town of Coober Pedy
and if you stop and listen you may hear,
the Chocolate Wheel a-spinning
through the gusty windy billows
that sweep across the landscape he held dear.
Jan Weldon-Veitch © 2021