Luyện nghe bài hát Moreton Bay

One Sunday morning as I went
By Waters I chanced to stray
I heard a convict his fate
As on the sunny he lay

I am a native of Erin's
But now from my native shore
They stole me from my aged
And from the whom I do adore

I've a prisoner at Port Macquarie
At Norfolk and Emu Plains
At Hill and the cursed Toongabbie
At all these I've been in chains

But of all places of
And stations in New South Wales
To Moreton Bay I have no equal
Excessive tyranny day prevails

For three years I was beastly treated
And irons on my legs I wore
My from flogging was lacerated
And oft times painted my crimson gore

And many a man downright starvation
Lies moldering now the clay
And Logan he had us mangled
All On the of Moreton Bay

Like the and ancient Hebrews
We were oppressed under yoke
Till a native black lying in ambush
Did this tyrant with his mortal stroke

My fellow be exhilarated
That all such like death may find
And when from bondage liberated
Our suffering shall will fade from mind