Moreton Bay
John Denver
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E A One Sunday morning as I went walkingE By Brisbane Waters I chanced toC#m B E strayE A I heard a convict his fate bewailingE As on the sunny riverbank he layE A I am a native of Erin's IrelandE But banished now from my nativeC#m shoreE A They stole me from my aged parentsE And from the maiden whom I do adoreE I've been a prisoner at PortA MacquarieE Fm At Norfolk Island and Emu PlainsE At Castle Hill and the cursedA ToongabbieContinúa después del anuncioE At all these settlements I've been in chainsE A But of all places of condemnationE And penal stations in New SouthC#m B E WalesE A To Moreton Bay I have found no equalE Excessive tyranny each day prevailsE For three long years I was beastlyA treatedE C#m And heavy irons on my legs I woreB EE A My back from flogging was laceratedE And oft times painted with my crimson goreE And many a man from downrightA starvationE Lies mouldering now underneath theC#m B E clayE A And Captain Logan he had us mangledE All On the triangles of Moreton BayE Like the Egyptians and ancientA HebrewsE We were oppressed under Logan'sC#m B E yokeE Till a native black lying there inA ambushE Did deal this tyrant with his mortal strokeE A My fellow prisoners be exhilaratedE That all such monsters like deathC#m B E may findE And when from bondage we'reA liberatedE Our former suffering soon will fade from mind