Luyện nghe bài hát Moreton Bay

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

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

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

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

For three long years I was beastly
And heavy irons on my I wore
My back from flogging was
And oft times painted my crimson gore

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

Like the Egyptians and Hebrews
We oppressed under Logan's yoke
Till a native black lying in ambush
Did deal this tyrant with his stroke

My prisoners be exhilarated
That all such like death may find
And when from bondage we're
Our former suffering shall fade from mind