| I stole some butter to put on my bread
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| A crime against God, king and parliament
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| No fancy lawyer to defend my case
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| So I was sentenced at the Mayo Assizes
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| Seven long years transportation
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| To Botany Bay in Australia
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| Is this the justice whereof you speak
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| Ten crucifying years ahead of me
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| And all that I asked for, all that I need
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| Is to live my life in my own country
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| All that I wanted or dear to me
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| Is bas in Erin, a chiusla geal mo chroí
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| I hid my brother to protect his life
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| He shot a man for collecting tithes
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| To support the rites of the English Church
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| A faith that meant not a damn to us
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| They hung my brother in Wexford town
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| And when they cut his body down
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| The hangman turned and called my way
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| You’ll long for me in Australia
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| I should have known what would become of me
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| The future’s always been there for all the world to see
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| The black death is approaching
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| I can see it on the way
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| Oh, I’m better off in hell or Australia |