| I am a native of the land of Erin
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| That was early banished from my native shore
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| On the ship Columbus went circular sailing
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| And I left behind me the girl I adore
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| On the bounding billows that were loudly raging
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| Bold sea mariners our course did steer
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| We were bound for Sydney our destination
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| And every day cold irons wore
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| O Moreton Bay you’ll find no equal
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| Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
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| At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie
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| And all Time Places in New South Wales
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| When I arrived it was in Port Jackson
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| And I thought my days would happy be
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| I soon found out I was greatly mistaken
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| I was taken as prisoner to Moreton Bay
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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 it was lacerated
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| And of-times painted with crimson gore
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| Like the Egyptians and the ancient Hebrews
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| We were oppressed under Logan’s yoke
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| Till a native Black there he lay in ambush
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| And he gave the tyrant a mortal stroke
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| Now 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 suffering shall fade from mind |