Search

☀️ 🌙 📟

My Songbook

Moreton Bay by Traditional

Chords

Capo

2

Difficulty

Beginner 👶

Rate for accuracy

🎸

0/5 ( votes)

Key: C  

Verse 1:
    C                   Am         F               C             Am           Dm  
One Sunday morning as I went walking, by the Brisbane's waters I chanced to stray,
  C                     Am                   C                     F        C  
I heard a convict his fate bewailing, as on the sunny river bank he lay;
  C                Am                  C                     F  
I am a native of Erin's island but banished now to the fatal shore,
     C                 Am                  C             G      C  
They tore me from my aged parents and from the maiden I do adore.

Verse 2:
     C                    Am        F         C         Am           Dm  
I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie, Norfolk Island and Emu Plains,
   C                        Am               C                            F           C  
At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie, at all those settlements I've worked in chains;
       C                     Am                      C                  F  
But of all those places of condemnation, in each penal station of New South Wales,
   C                        Am             C                           G        C  
To Moreton Bay I've found no equal: excessive tyranny there each day prevails.

Verse 3:
    C                        Am        F          C       Am            Dm  
For three long years I was beastly treated, heavy irons on my legs I wore,
   C                           Am               C                    F         C  
My back from flogging it was lacerated, and often painted with crimson gore,
    C                    Am                       C                   F  
And many a lad from downright starvation lies mouldering humbly beneath the clay,
      C                  Am               C                     G         C  
Where Captain Logan he had us mangled on his triangles at Moreton Bay.

Verse 4:
     C                   Am        F             C        Am              Dm  
Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews, we were oppressed under Logan's yoke,
       C                  Am                       C                F        C  
Till a native black who lay in ambush did give our tyrant his mortal stroke.
C                         Am               C                          F  
Fellow prisoners, be exhilarated, that all such monsters such a death may find!
    C                          Am               C                         G           C  
And when from bondage we are liberated, our former sufferings shall fade from mind.