| My beloved was taken ill he did not make it through
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| My 3 young boys are all i have now
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| We travelled cross the channel for promise of a better life
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| No such life was ours to be had
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| Our hunger was so great a loaf of bread I take
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| And soon the hands of law struck me down
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| The judge believed my boys were fit to strive alone
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| And hung a term of 7 years around my neck
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| In squalid filthy rank I travelled 4 months on the rough seas
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| Made only rougher by the hand of men
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| Sent to Hobart town to stare my sentence down
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| I worked all day as the settlers fortunes grew
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| My boys are young men now, my grief can not be told
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| Oh how I long to hold their face
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| This valley of death so cold and bitter
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| A lonely, sad, cold life for me here
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| But soon the sun shone and my unpaid work was done
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| I left these bitter walls a free woman
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| My heart once sorely closed opened once again
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| And so my story ends
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| A new path shines for me a future I can feel
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| Where happiness is somehow waiting for me |