| When James the young boy died, I stole his clothes to hide
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| So I could escape this workhouse orphanage
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| 1791, nothing to do but run
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| So I cut off my hair and stole a horse to flee
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| Salford town, the law they tracked me down
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| And in this prison cell I sit as a boy
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| My gender soon found, i’m bought to the dock as mary
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| And sentenced to hang by the neck ‘til i’m dead
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| But luck soon intervened so my fate was to sail
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| On the Royal Admiral to Sydney Cove
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| I disguised myself again, to protect me from the men
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| Now 15 I arrive in this brave new world
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| With my learning history, I’m not sent to the factories
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| ‘Tis my first of many blessings in this land
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| Soon more good fortune, thomas reibey fell for me
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| And on the first day of spring of 94 we wed
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| We’ve comes from shared paths — he’s a bastard son, I’m an orphan
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| Now emancipated we start our family
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| This colony’s our home and a blessed on at that
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| Our wealth grows as we go from strength to strength
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| Virtue, hard work and liberty tis all you need
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| This is a city of women, we make it and define it
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| A widow with 7 children, I run the business and the home
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| And though grief has scarred my life I stand strong
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| I’m proud of my life, i’ve achieved more than i dreamed
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| In this new land of prosperity
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| I leave this life free with my wealth and my family
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| Though the road was rough and long, I stand strong |