John Denver – Moreton Bay (Guitar)

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One Sunday morning as I went walking

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By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray

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I heard a convict his fate bewailing

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As on the sunny riverbank he lay

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I am a native of Arran Island

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But banished now from my native shore

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They stole me from my independence

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And from the maiden whom I do adore

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I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie

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At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains

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At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie

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At all these settlements I've been in chains

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But of all places of condemnation

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And penal stations in New South Wales

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To Moreton Bay I have found no equal

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Excessive tyranny each day prevails

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For three long years I was beastly treated

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And heavy irons on my legs I wore

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My back from flogging was lacerated

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And oft times covered with my crimson gore

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And many a man from downright starvation

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Lies mouldering now beneath the clay

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And Captain Logan he had us mangled

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On the triangles of Moreton Bay

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Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews

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We were oppressed under Logan's yoke

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Till a native black lying there in ambush

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Did deal our tyrant with his mortal stroke

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My fellow prisoners be exhilarated

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That all such monsters like death shall find

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And when from bondage we're extricated

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Our former suffering will fade from mind

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One Sunday morning as I was walking

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By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray

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I heard a convict his fate bewailing

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As on the sunny riverbank he lay