We have to steal to eat
There's not much room for honesty
Not living on the street
A loaf of bread was all I took
Cop nabbed me on his beat
And now I'm here without me Ma
A sailing with the fleet
Van Diemen's Land, Australia
A place of flies and heat
And worst of all, I've left me Ma
For sharks and rogues to cheat.
I see'd her standing on the dock
She'd braved the wind and sleet
And cried as I was lead on board
With chains around me feet