Intro          Hold me now   hold me now   Till this hour has gone around      And I’m gone on the rising tide   for to face Van Diemen’s Land   It’s a bitter pill I swallow here   To be a rent from one so dear       we fought for justice and not for gain   But the magistrate sent me away    Now Kings will rule and the poor will toil   And tear their  hands as they tear the soil       But a day will come in the downing age   When an honest man sees an honest wage   Hold me now hold me now             Till this hour has gone around       And I’m gone on the rising tide     For to face Van Diemen’s land