Moreton Bay - Live at the Sydney Opera House, Australia - November 1977
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โฑ๏ธ 3:51 duration
๐ ID: 1410735
๐ Lyrics
One Sunday morning as I went walking
By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray
I heard a convict his fate bewailing
As on the sunny riverbank he lay
I am a native of Erin's Ireland
But banished now from my native shore
They stole me from my aged parents
And from the maiden whom I do adore
I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie
At all these settlements I've been in chains
But of all places of condemnation
And penal stations in New South Wales
To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
Excessive tyranny each day prevails
For three long years I was beastly treated
And heavy irons on my legs I wore
My back from flogging was lacerated
And oft times painted with my crimson gore
And many a man from downright starvation
Lies mouldering now underneath the clay
And Captain Logan he had us mangled
All On the triangles of Moreton Bay
Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
We were oppressed under Logan's yoke
Till a native black lying there in ambush
Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke
My fellow prisoners be exhilarated
That all such monsters like death may find
And when from bondage we're liberated
Our former suffering shall will fade from mind
By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray
I heard a convict his fate bewailing
As on the sunny riverbank he lay
I am a native of Erin's Ireland
But banished now from my native shore
They stole me from my aged parents
And from the maiden whom I do adore
I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie
At all these settlements I've been in chains
But of all places of condemnation
And penal stations in New South Wales
To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
Excessive tyranny each day prevails
For three long years I was beastly treated
And heavy irons on my legs I wore
My back from flogging was lacerated
And oft times painted with my crimson gore
And many a man from downright starvation
Lies mouldering now underneath the clay
And Captain Logan he had us mangled
All On the triangles of Moreton Bay
Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
We were oppressed under Logan's yoke
Till a native black lying there in ambush
Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke
My fellow prisoners be exhilarated
That all such monsters like death may find
And when from bondage we're liberated
Our former suffering shall will fade from mind
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] One Sunday morning as I went walking
[00:14.96] By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray
[00:20.76] I heard a convict his fate bewailing
[00:26.16] As on the sunny riverbank he lay
[00:32.25] I am a native of Erin's Ireland
[00:36.54] But banished now from my native shore
[00:42.17] They stole me from my aged parents
[00:47.25] And from the maiden whom I do adore
[00:53.27] I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
[00:58.04] At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
[01:04.15] At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie
[01:08.75] At all these settlements I've been in chains
[01:13.64] But of all places of condemnation
[01:18.94] And penal stations in New South Wales
[01:24.58] To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
[01:30.15] Excessive tyranny each day prevails
[01:35.96] For three long years I was beastly treated
[01:40.98] And heavy irons on my legs I wore
[01:45.44] My back from flogging was lacerated
[01:50.84] And oft times painted with my crimson gore
[01:55.68] And many a man from downright starvation
[02:00.96] Lies mouldering now underneath the clay
[02:05.75] And Captain Logan he had us mangled
[02:11.75] All On the triangles of Moreton Bay
[02:17.18] Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
[02:24.04] We were oppressed under Logan's yoke
[02:29.18] Till a native black lying there in ambush
[02:34.55] Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke
[02:39.37] My fellow prisoners be exhilarated
[02:43.95] That all such monsters like death may find
[02:49.47] And when from bondage we're liberated
[02:55.24] Our former suffering shall will fade from mind
[03:03.32]
[00:14.96] By Brisbane Waters I chanced to stray
[00:20.76] I heard a convict his fate bewailing
[00:26.16] As on the sunny riverbank he lay
[00:32.25] I am a native of Erin's Ireland
[00:36.54] But banished now from my native shore
[00:42.17] They stole me from my aged parents
[00:47.25] And from the maiden whom I do adore
[00:53.27] I've been a prisoner at Port Macquarie
[00:58.04] At Norfolk Island and Emu Plains
[01:04.15] At Castle Hill and the cursed Toongabbie
[01:08.75] At all these settlements I've been in chains
[01:13.64] But of all places of condemnation
[01:18.94] And penal stations in New South Wales
[01:24.58] To Moreton Bay I have found no equal
[01:30.15] Excessive tyranny each day prevails
[01:35.96] For three long years I was beastly treated
[01:40.98] And heavy irons on my legs I wore
[01:45.44] My back from flogging was lacerated
[01:50.84] And oft times painted with my crimson gore
[01:55.68] And many a man from downright starvation
[02:00.96] Lies mouldering now underneath the clay
[02:05.75] And Captain Logan he had us mangled
[02:11.75] All On the triangles of Moreton Bay
[02:17.18] Like the Egyptians and ancient Hebrews
[02:24.04] We were oppressed under Logan's yoke
[02:29.18] Till a native black lying there in ambush
[02:34.55] Did deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke
[02:39.37] My fellow prisoners be exhilarated
[02:43.95] That all such monsters like death may find
[02:49.47] And when from bondage we're liberated
[02:55.24] Our former suffering shall will fade from mind
[03:03.32]