Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
I stole some white linen, you took some old bread
When prisons are busting, where can you be sent?
Overseas, overseas, down to Van Diemen's land
We beg to return from this blood-sodden sand
No more we will wander the valleys and dales
For under the red-and-white whip we did sail
No country beneath us to bear our despair
And seven long years is a curse and a snare
Oh no, where must we go?
Cast to the winds off into the unknown
Oh no, pray for our souls
When it's down, down to the ends of the Earth we are bound
The salt horse is rancid, the bread, it is grim
Take what you can ‘fore the maggots get in
And what of the brew? Well, our barrel runs dry
And halfway from Rio, it's hard to come by
Oh no, where must we go?
Cast to the winds off into the unknown
Oh no, pray for our souls
When it's down, down
Have some class
The gin-soaked shivering mass
Will lead the advance
Cut from the roots, discarded at last
(Lost and sold for ??? as ??? I've been told) All together
Rattle and bang on your chains
(Taken from the ???s of London ???) For down in the terror
We run together
Slaves, rats, and beggars
Forever sing
Oh no, where must we go?
Cast to the winds off into the unknown
Oh no, pray for our souls
When it's down, down
Oh no, where must we go?
Cast to the winds off into the unknown
Oh no, pray for our souls
When it's down, down, down
To the ends of the Earth we are bound
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
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