Luyện nghe bài hát Van Diemen's Land

Come all you gallant poachers who void of care,
Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, gun and snare,
The hare and lofty pheasant you have at command,
Not thinking of your long spend on Van Dieman's land.

Poor Thomas Brown Nenagh town, John Murphy and Poor Joe,
Where three determined poachers, the country does know,
By the keepers of the land, one night, at last they trepanned,
And for years transported unto Van Dieman's Land.

The first day that we upon that fatal shore,
The planters gathered us, they might be twenty score,
ranked us off like horses and sold us out of hand,
They yoked us to a plough, brave boys, to Van Dieman's Land.

when I slumber, I have a pleasant dream,
I 'm lying on the cold green grass down by your stream,
Oh, wondering through the maid of fair my sweetheart by the hand,
Then I awaken broken-hearted Van Dieman's Land.

Fourteen years is a long time, that is our fatal doom,
For nothing the poaching got no all that so we done,
You give up dog, gun and snare and the poaching, man
If you only knew the hardship upon Van Land.