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• Artiste: John Denver
• Titre: Moreton Bay
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One Sunday morning as I was walkingBy Brisbane waters I chanced to strayI heard a convict his fate bewailingAs on the sunny river bank he layBut banished now from my native shoreThey stole me from my independenceAnd from the maiden whom I do adoreI've been a prisoner at Port MacquarieAt Norfolk Island and Emu PlainsAt Castle Hill and at cursed ToongabbieAt all these settlements I've been in chainsBut of all places of condemnationAnd penal stations in New South WalesTo Moreton Bay I have found no equalExcessive tyranny each day prevailsFor three long years I was beastly treatedAnd heavy irons on my legs I woreMy back from flogging was laceratedAnd oft times covered with my crimson goreAnd many a man from downright starvationLies mouldering now beneath the clayAnd Captain Logan he had us mangledAll at the triangles of Moreton BayLike the Egyptians and ancient HebrewsWe were oppressed under Logan's yokeTill a native black lying there in ambushDid deal all tyrant with his mortal strokeMy fellow prisoners be exhilaratedThat all such monsters like death shall findAnd when from bondage we are liberatedOur former sufferings will fade from mindOne Sunday morning as I was walkingBy Brisbane waters I chanced to strayI heard a convict his fate bewailingAs on the sunny river bank he lay