Hold me now, oh hold me now
'Til this hour has gone around
And I'm gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Dieman's Land.
It's a bitter pill I swallow here
To be rimmed from one so dear.
We fought for justice, and not for gain,
But the magistrate sent me away.
Now kings will rule and the poor will toil
As they tear their hands as they tear the soil.
But a day will come in this dawning age
When an honest man sees an honest wage.
Still the gunman rules and widows pay.
A scarlet coat now a black beret.
They thought that blood and sacrifice
Could out of death bring forth a life.
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