Misc Traditional – Convict Maid (Guitar)

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You lads and lasses all attend to me

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While I relate my tale of misery.

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By hopeless love was I once betrayed

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And now I am, alas, a Convict Maid.

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To please my lover did I try so sore

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That I spent upon him all my master's store,

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Who in his wrath did so loud upbraid,

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And brought before the judge this Convict Maid.

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The judge his sentence then to me addressed

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Which filled with agony my aching breast

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"To Botany Bay you must be conveyed

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For seven long years to be a Convict Maid."

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For seven long years I toiled in pain and grief

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And cursed the day when I became a thief.

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Oh, had I stuck by some honest trade

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I ne'er had been, alas, a Convict Maid.