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They rank’d us up like horses and sold us out of
hand.
They yolk’d us to ploughs my boys, to plough
Van Dieman's Land.
The cottages we live in are built with clods of
clay,
and rotten straw for bedding yet w*e dare not
say nay,
around our cots a circling fire we slumber when
we can,
and drive the wolves and tigers oft upon Van
Diemans land
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Oftimes when I do slumber, 1 have a pleasant
dream.
With my sweet girl sitting near me close by a
purling stream.
Thro* England I‘ve been roaming with her at
my command,
and wakened broken hearted upon Van Die¬
man's Land.
Cod bless our wives and families, likewise that
happy shore,
That isle of great contentment, which we may see
no more ;
as for our wretched families, see them vre seldom
can,
There’s twenty men for one woman upon Van
Dieman’s Land.

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