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| Moreton Bay |
| One Sunday morning as I went walking By Brisbane waters I chanced to stray I heard a convict his fate bewailing As on the sunny reiver bank I lay I am a native from Erin's island But banished now from my native shore They stole me from my aged parents And from the maiden I do adore O've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie At all these settlements I've been in chains But of all the places of condemnation And penal stations in New South Wales To Moreton Bay I havae found no equal Excessive tyranny each day prevails For three long years I was beastly treated And heavy irons on my legs I wore My back from flogging was lacerated And oft times painted with my crimson gore And many a man from downright starvation Lies mouldering now underneath the clay And Captain Logan he had us mangled All at the triangles of Moreton Bay Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews We were oppressed under Logan's yoke Til a native black lying there in ambush Did deal this tyrant his mortal stroke My fellow prisoners be exhilarated That all such monsters such a death may find And when from bondage we are liberated Our former sufferings will fade from mind |
| "Moreton Bay" Lyrics by Francis MacNamara Arranged, Adapted and Recorded by John Denver 11/22/77 Live At The Sidney Opera House |