E A One Sunday morning as I went walkingE C#m B E By Brisbane Waters I chanced to 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 C#m But banished now from my native shoreE A They stole me from my aged parentsE And from the maiden whom I do adoreE A I've been a prisoner at Port MacquarieE Fm At Norfolk Island and Emu PlainsE A At Castle Hill and the cursed ToongabbieE At all these settlements I've been in chainsE A But of all places of condemnationE C#m B E And penal stations in New South WalesE A To Moreton Bay I have found no equalE Excessive tyranny each day prevailsE A For three long years I was beastly treatedE C#m B E And heavy irons on my legs I woreE A My back from flogging was laceratedE And oft times painted with my crimson goreE A And many a man from downright starvationE C#m B E Lies mouldering now underneath the clayE A And Captain Logan he had us mangledE All On the triangles of Moreton BayE A Like the Egyptians and ancient HebrewsE C#m B E We were oppressed under Logan's yokeE A Till a native black lying there in ambushE Did deal this tyrant with his mortal strokeE A My fellow prisoners be exhilaratedE C#m B E That all such monsters like death may findE A And when from bondage we're liberatedE Our former suffering soon will fade from mind
Moreton Bay
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