Luyện nghe bài hát Moreton Bay

One Sunday morning as I walking
By Brisbane I chanced to stray
I a convict his fate bewailing
As on the sunny he lay

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

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

But of all places of
And penal stations in New Wales
To Bay I have found no equal
tyranny each day prevails

For three years I was beastly treated
And heavy irons on my legs I
My back from was lacerated
And oft painted with my crimson gore

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

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

My prisoners be exhilarated
That all monsters like death may find
And when from we're liberated
Our former shall will fade from mind