Van Dieman's Land |
Come all you gallant poachers, That ramble void of care, That walk out on a moonlight night With dog and gun and snare. By the keepers of the land, my boys, One night we were trepanned, And for fourteen years transported Unto Van Dieman's land.
2. The first day that we landed | 3. God bless our wives and families, Likewise that happy shore, That isle of sweet contentment Which we shall see no more; As for the wretched females, See them we seldom can, There are fourteen men to every woman In Van Dieman's Land.
4. Oh, if I had a thousand pounds |