Moreton Bay - Andy Irvine

I am a native of the land of Erin

That was early banished from my native shore

On the ship Columbus went circular sailing

And I left behind me the girl I adore

On the bounding billows that were loudly raging

Bold sea mariners our course did steer

We were bound for Sydney our destination

And every day cold irons wore

O Moreton Bay you’ll find no equal

Norfolk Island and Emu Plains

At Castle Hill and cursed Toongabbie

And all Time Places in New South Wales

When I arrived it was in Port Jackson

And I thought my days would happy be

I soon found out I was greatly mistaken

I was taken as prisoner to Moreton Bay

For three long years I was beastly treated

And heavy Irons on my legs I wore

My back from flogging it was lacerated

And of-times painted with crimson gore

Like the Egyptians and the ancient Hebrews

We were oppressed under Logan’s yoke

Till a native Black there he lay in ambush

And he gave the tyrant a mortal stroke

Now fellow prisoners be exhilarated

That all such monsters such a death may find

And when from bondage we are liberated

Our former suffering shall fade from mind