Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Moreton Bay, artist - Bernard Fanning. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Moreton Bay |
| One Sunday morning as I went walking |
| By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray |
| I heard a prisoner his fate bewailing |
| As on the sunny river bank he lay |
| I am a native from Erin’s island |
| Transported now from my native shore |
| They tore me from my aged parents |
| And from the maiden whom I adore |
| I’ve been a prisoner at Port Macquarie |
| At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains |
| At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie |
| At all those settlements I’ve woked in chains |
| But of all places of condemnation |
| And penal stations of New South Wales |
| Of Moreton Bay I have found no equal |
| Excessive tyranny each day prevails |
| For three long years I was beastly treated |
| And heavy irons on my legs I wore |
| My back from flogging was lacerated |
| And often slain with my crimson gore |
| And many a man from downright starvation |
| Lies mouldering underneath the clay |
| And Captain Logan he had us mangled |
| At the triangles in Moreton Bay |
| Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews |
| We were oppressed under Logan’s yoke |
| Till a native black lying there in ambush |
| Did give our tyrant his mortal stroke |
| My fellow prisoners exhilarated |
| That all such monsters a death shall find |
| And when from bondage we’re liberated |
| Our former sufferings shall fade from mind |