John Denver - Moreton bay

^EOne Sunday morning as I we^Ant walking B^Ey Brisbane Waters I chanced to st^C#mray ^{B E} I^E heard a convict his fate b^Aewailing As^E on the sunny riverbank he lay

I ^Eam a native of Erin's I^Areland Bu^Et banished now from my native sh^C#more Th^Eey stole me from my aged p^Aarents And^E from the maiden whom I do adore

I've ^Ebeen a prisoner at Port Ma^Acquarie At ^ENorfolk Island and Emu Pla^Fmins At C^Eastle Hill and the cursed Toong^Aabbie At al^El these settlements I've been in chains

But o^Ef all places of condemna^Ation And^E penal stations in New South Wal^C#mes ^{B E} To^E Moreton Bay I have found no ^Aequal Exc^Eessive tyranny each day prevails

Fo^Er three long years I was beastly tr^Aeated And^E heavy irons on my legs I wo^C#mre ^{B E} My^E back from flogging was lacer^Aated An^Ed oft times painted with my crimson gore

An^Ed many a man from downright star^Avation Lie^Es mouldering now underneath the cl^C#may ^{B E} An^Ed Captain Logan he had us mang^Aled Al^El On the triangles of Moreton Bay

Li^Eke the Egyptians and ancient Hebr^Aews We^E were oppressed under Logan's yoke ^{C#m B E} Til^El a native black lying there in am^Abush Did^E deal this tyrant with his mortal stroke

My ^Efellow prisoners be exhilarate^Ad Th^Eat all such monsters like death may fin^C#md ^{B E} A^End when from bondage we're lib^Aerated Our^E former suffering soon will fade from mind