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