Daoiri Farrell - Van diemens land

^Dm Come all ye gallant poac^Chers that rambl^Ce voi^Gd of ^Dmcare That ^Dmwalked out on a moonl^Cight night with your do^Cg, your gu^Dmn, your snare^G The hare ^Dmand the lofty p^Cheasant, you have^C at you^Gr comm^Dmand Not th^Dminking on your las^Ct career upo^Cn Van ^GDiemen^Dm's Land

^Dm Poor Thomas Brown from Nena^Cgh Town, Jack Mu^Crphy and ^Gpoor Joe^Dm Were ^Dmthree determined poac^Chers, as the coun^Cty well d^Dmoes know^G By the ke^Dmepers of the lan^Cd, me boys, one nig^Cht they we^Gre trep^Dmanned And fo^Dmr fourteen years transpo^Crted unto^C Van ^GDiemen's ^DmLand

^Dm The first day that we lan^Cded upon^C that fat^Gal sh^Dmore The p^Dmlanters came arou^Cnd us there mi^Cght be tw^Dmenty score ^G They rank^Dmed us off like hor^Cses and they so^Cld us ou^Gt of h^Dmand And th^Dmey yoked us to the ploug^Ch, brave boys, to pl^Cough Van ^GDiemen's ^DmLand

^Dm The cottages we liv^Ce in are buil^Ct with sod^Gs of c^Dmlay We ha^Dmve rotten straw for b^Cedding, but we dar^Ce not ^Dmsay them nay^G Our cots ^Dmwe fence with wi^Cre and we slum^Cber when^G we can ^Dm To kee^Dmp the wolves and ti^Cgers from u^Cs in Van ^GDiemen's L^Dmand

^DmGod bless our wives and fa^Cmilies, likewi^Cse that hap^Gpy sh^Dmore, ^DmThat isle of sweet con^Ctentment, whi^Cch we sha^Dmll see no more^G; ^DmAs for the wretched fe^Cmales, See the^Cm we sel^Gdom can,^{Dm Dm}There are fourteen men to eve^Cry woman In V^Can D^Giemen's La^Dmnd.

^Dm Oft times when I do slu^Cmber, I hav^Ce a plea^Gsant dr^Dmeam With ^Dmmy sweetheart sitting ne^Car me, cl^Cose by a p^Dmurling stream ^G I am roam^Dming through old Ire^Cland with my tru^Ce love b^Gy the hand^Dm But aw^Dmaken, broken hear^Cted, upo^Cn Van ^GDiemen's La^Dmnd

^Dm Oh, if I had a thou^Csand pounds, all ^Claid out i^Gn my hand ^Dm I'd g^Dmive it all for lib^Certy, if tha^Ct I cou^Dmld command ^G Again to ^DmIreland I'^Cd return and I'd^C be a ha^Gppy man ^Dm And I'^Dmd bid farewell to poa^Cching an^Cd to Van ^GDiemen's La^Dmnd