It's a bitter pill I swallow here / To be 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 dawning 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
Still the gunman rules and widows pay / A scarlet coat now a black beret / They thought that blood and sacrifice / Could out of death bring forth a life
