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Van Diemen's Land Lyrics Artist(Band):Cara Dillon
Who wander out on a moonlit night with your dog, your gun and snare, The hare and lofty pheasant you have at your command, Not thinking of your long career spend on Van Dieman's land. Poor Thomas Brown from Nenagh town, John Murphy and Poor Joe, Where three determined poachers, the country well does know, By the keepers of the land, one night, at last they were trepanned, And for fourteen years transported unto Van Dieman's Land. The first day that we landed upon that fatal shore, The planters gathered around us, they might be twenty score, They ranked us off like horses and sold us out of hand, They yoked us to a plough, brave boys, to plough Van Dieman's Land. Often when I slumber, I have a pleasant dream, I 'm lying on the cold green grass down by your purling stream, Oh, wondering through the maid of fair with my sweetheart by the hand, Then I awaken broken-hearted upon Van Dieman's Land. Fourteen years is a long long time, that is our fatal doom, For nothing more the poaching got no all that so we done, You give up dog, gun and snare and the poaching, every man If you only knew the hardship upon Van Dieman's Land. If you find some error in Van Diemen's Land Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to williamspaddy@eircom.net for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Van Diemen's Land The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics. | | ||||||||||||
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