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One Sunday morning as I went walking |
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By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray |
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I heard a convict his fate bewailing |
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As on the sunny river bank I lay |
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I am a native from Erin's island |
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But banished now from my native shore |
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They stole me from my aged parents |
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And from the maiden I do adore |
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I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie |
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At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains |
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At Castle Hill and at cursed Toongabbie |
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At all these settlements I've been in chains |
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But of all places of condemnation |
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And penal stations in New South Wales |
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To Moreton Bay I have found no equal |
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Excessive tyranny each day prevails |
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For three long years I was beastly treated |
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And heavy irons on my legs I wore |
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My back from flogging was lacerated |
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And oft times painted with my crimson gore |
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And many a man from downright starvation |
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Lies mouldering now underneath the clay |
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And Captain Logan he had us mangled |
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All at the triangles of Moreton Bay |
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Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews |
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We were oppressed under Logan's yoke |
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Till a native black lying there in ambush |
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Did deal this tyrant his mortal stroke |
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My fellow prisoners be exhilarated |
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That all such monsters such a death may find |
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And when from bondage we are liberated |
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Our former sufferings will fade from mind |
