Hold me now, oh hold me now
til this hour has gone around
And Im gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemens land
Its a bitter pill I swallow here
To be rent 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
And 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
Hold me now, oh hold me now
til this hour has gone around
And Im gone on the rising tide
For to face Van Diemens land
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