Barbara Dickson - Van diemens land

Come ^Amall ye gallant ^Fpoa^Gchers that ^Amramble void of ^Gcare That ^Amwalked out on a ^Cmoonlight ^Dnight with your ^Fdog, your ^Ggun, your ^Amsnare The ^Chare and the lofty ^Gpheasant, you ^Amhave at your com^Gmand Not ^Amthinking on your ^Clast ca^Dreer u^Fpon Van ^GDiemen's ^AmLand

Poor Thomas Brown from ^FNenagh ^GTown, Jack ^AmMurphy and poor ^GJoe Were ^Amthree determined ^Cpoachers^D, as the ^Fcounty ^Gwell does ^Amknow By the ^Ckeepers of the ^Gland, me boys, one ^Amnight they were tre^Gpanned And for ^Amfourteen years trans^Cpor^Dted un^Fto Van ^GDiemen's ^AmLand ^{C D Am Am7 Am}

The first day that we ^Flan^Gded u^Ampon that fatal ^Gshore The ^Amplanters came a^Cround us^D there ^Fmight be ^Gtwenty ^Amscore They ^Cranked us off like ^Ghorses and they ^Amsold us out of ^Ghand And they ^Amyoked us to the ^Cplough, brave ^Dboys, to ^Fplough Van ^GDiemen's ^AmLand

The cottages we ^Flive in^G are ^Ambuilt with sods of ^Gclay We have ^Amrotten straw for ^Cbedding^D, but we ^Fdare not ^Gsay them ^Amnay Our ^Ccots we fence with ^Gwire and we ^Amslumber when we ^Gcan To ^Amkeep the wolves and ^Cti^Dgers from us ^Fin Van ^GDiemen's ^AmLand ^{C D Am Am7 Am}

Oft times when I do ^Fslum^Gber, I ^Amhave a pleasant ^Gdream With my ^Amsweetheart sitting ^Cnear me^D, close ^Fby a ^Gpurling ^Amstream I am ^Croaming through old ^GIreland with my ^Amtrue love by the ^Ghand But a^Amwaken, broken ^Chear^Dted, u^Fpon Van ^GDiemen's ^AmLand

Oh, if I had a ^Fthousand ^Gpounds, all ^Amlaid out in my ^Ghand I'd ^Amgive it all for ^Cliberty^D, if ^Fthat I ^Gcould com^Ammand A^Cgain to Ireland ^GI'd return and I'd ^Ambe a happy ^Gman And I'd ^Ambid farewell to ^Cpoa^Dching and ^Fto Van ^GDiemen's ^AmLand ^{C D Am Am7 Am}