Verse: E A One Sunday morning as I went walking E C#m B E By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray E A I heard a convict his fate bewailing E As on the sunny riverbank he lay E A I am a native of Erin's Ireland E C#m But banished now from my native shore E A They stole me from my aged parents E And from the maiden whom I do adore
E A I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie E Fm At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains E A At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie E At all these settlements I've been in chains E A But of all places of condemnation E C#m B E And penal stations in New South Wales E A To Moreton Bay I have found no equal E Excessive tyranny each day prevails E A For three long years I was beastly treated E C#m B E And heavy irons on my legs I wore E A My back from flogging was lacerated E And oft times painted with my crimson gore E A And many a man from downright starvation E C#m B E Lies mouldering now underneath the clay E A And Captain Logan he had us mangled E All On the triangles of Moreton Bay E A Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews E C#m B E We were oppressed under Logan's yoke E A Till a native black lying there in ambush E Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke E A My fellow prisoners be exhilarated E C#m B E That all such monsters like death may find E A And when from bondage we're liberated E