| I am a girl from England, Susan Summers is me name
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| For fourteen years transported, was for taking of some game
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| As for us wretched females, we never see a man
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| Though there’s twenty to one woman on Van Diemen’s Land
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| There’s poor Tom Brown from Nottingham, Jack Williams and poor Joe
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| They were all daring poachers as the country well does know
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| At night they were trap-ended by the keepers out of hand
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| For fourteen years transported to Van Diemen’s Land
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| When w set sail from England, we landed in th bay
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| We had rotten straw for bedding, we dare not to say 'nay'
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| Our cots were fenced with wire, we slumber when we can
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| To drive away the wolves upon Van Diemen’s Land
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| Come all you gallant poachers, give ear unto me song
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| It is a bit of good advice, although it is not long
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| Lay by your dog and snare, to you I do speak plain
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| If you knew the hardships, you’d never poach again
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| The first day we landed upon that fatal shore
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| The planters they came flocking round, twenty score and more
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| They dragged the men like horses and sold them out of hand
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| And yoked 'em to the plough all on Van Diemen’s Land
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| Sometimes when I’m sleeping, I have a pleasant dream
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| With me dear one I’m sitting down by some pearling stream
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| With me friends telling stories, around me they all stand
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| But I wake up broken hearted on Van Diemen’s Land
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| Come all you gallant poachers, give ear unto me song
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| It is a bit of good advice, although it is not long
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| Lay by your dog and snare, to you I do speak plain
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| If you knew the hardships, you’d never poach again
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| God bless our families, likewise that happy shore
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| That isle of sweet contentment, that we shall see no more
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| For a planter’s bought me freedom, he’s married me out of hand
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| Good usage then I’ll give him on Van Diemen’s Land |