1. Hold me now, oh, hold me now,

2. It's a bitter pill I swallow here,

3. Now kings will rule and the poor will toil,

1. till this hour has gone around,

2. to be rent from one so dear.

3. and tear their hands as they tear the soil.

1. and I'm gone on the rising tide,

2. We fought for justice and not for gain,

3. But a day will come in the dawning age,

1. for to face van Diemen's land.

2. but the magistrate sent me away.

3. When an honest man sees an honest wage