| Seaward, where I’m going
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| Imprisoned 'neath these sails
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| Freedom slowly fading
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| Blow hard, you southern gales
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| Why can’t they all see reason?
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| We only want a better life
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| The politicians in their mansions
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| Know nothing of strife
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| Early one dark morning
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| Came knocking at my door
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| Redcoats with their bayonets
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| Knocked me down to my floor
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| They carried off our doorstep three men
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| And locked us in a darkened cell
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| The verdict was to be deported
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| Into Australia’s hell
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| Here we stand close to land
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| Crew must sail from ship to shore
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| You are free, will you see
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| This ideal we lay before?
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| Seaward, where I’m going
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| A victim of the English law
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| Freedom, slowly fading
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| My days of sunshine are no more
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| Why can’t they all see reason?
|
| We only want a better life
|
| The politicians in their mansions
|
| Know nothing of strife
|
| Here we stand close to land
|
| Crew must sail from ship to shore
|
| You are free, will you see
|
| This ideal we lay before?
|
| Here we stand close to land
|
| Crew must sail from ship to shore
|
| You are free, will you see
|
| This ideal we lay before? |