OEne Sunday morning as I wenAt walking
ByE Brisbane Waters I chanced to strDbmay B E
I Eheard a convict his fate beAwailing
As Eon the sunny riverbank he lay
I aEm a native of Erin's IrAeland
ButE banished now from my native shoDbmre
TheEy stole me from my aged paArents
And Efrom the maiden whom I do adore
I've bEeen a prisoner at Port MacAquarie
At NEorfolk Island and Emu PlaiFmns
At CaEstle Hill and the cursed ToongaAbbie
At allE these settlements I've been in chains
But ofE all places of condemnatAion
And Epenal stations in New South WaleDbms B E
To EMoreton Bay I have found no eAqual
ExceEssive tyranny each day prevails
ForE three long years I was beastly treAated
And Eheavy irons on my legs I worDbme B E
My Eback from flogging was laceraAted
AndE oft times painted with my crimson gore
AndE many a man from downright starvAation
LiesE mouldering now underneath the claDbmy B E
AndE Captain Logan he had us manglAed
AllE On the triangles of Moreton Bay
LikEe the Egyptians and ancient HebreAws
We Ewere oppressed under Logan's yoke Dbm B E
TillE a native black lying there in ambAush
Did Edeal this tyrant with his mortal stroke
My fEellow prisoners be exhilaratedA
ThaEt all such monsters like death may findDbm B E
AnEd when from bondage we're libeArated
Our Eformer suffering soon will fade from mind