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[00:00.00]Van Dieman's Land - Ewan MacColl
[00:02.14]Composed by：Trad/ArrMacColl
[00:04.28]Come all you wild and wicked youths whersomever you may be
[00:12.05]I pray now pay attention and listen unto me
[00:19.42]The fate of our poor transports as you shall understand
[00:27.34]The hardships they do undergo upon Van Diemen's Land
[00:36.73]My parents reared me tenderly good learning give to me
[00:44.60]Till I by bad companions beguiled my home from me
[00:52.28]I was brought up in Worcestershire
[00:56.50]Near to the town did dwell
[00:59.81]My name it Henry Herbert and many knows me well
[01:09.51]Me and three more went out one night
[01:13.04]To Squire Daniel's park
[01:16.76]To get some game was our intent
[01:20.69]As the night come proving dark
[01:24.10]And to our sad misfortune they took us there by speed
[01:31.68]And sent us off to Warwick Gaol
[01:35.64]Which made our hearts to bleed
[01:41.43]'Twas at the March assizes at the bar we did appear
[01:48.72]Like Job we stood with patience to hear our sentence there
[01:56.28]And being some old offenders
[02:00.09]It made our case go hard
[02:03.85]Our sentence were for fourteen year
[02:07.68]And we were sent on board
[02:13.67]The ship that bore us from
[02:17.00]The land the Speedwell was her name
[02:21.11]And full four months and upwards
[02:24.20]We ploughed accross the raging main
[02:28.63]No land no harbour could we see
[02:32.29]And believe it is no lie
[02:36.09]For around us one black water
[02:40.06]And above us one blue sky
[02:45.76]I oft-times looked behind me
[02:49.50]Towards my native shore
[02:53.26]And the cottage of contentment
[02:57.05]That I shall see no more
[03:00.79]Likewise my aged father who tore his hoary hair
[03:08.29]Also my tender mother whose arms did once me bear
[03:18.27]'Twas on the Fourth of July
[03:22.01]The day we made the land
[03:25.76]At four o'clock we went on shore
[03:29.49]All chain-ed hand in hand
[03:33.31]And to see our fellow sufferers
[03:37.22]As I feel I can't tell how
[03:40.84]Some chained unto a harrow and some unto a plough
[03:50.47]So we were marched into the town
[03:54.25]Without no more delay
[03:58.02]And there a gentleman took me bookkeeper for to be
[04:05.54]I took my occupation my master likes me well
[04:13.06]My joys are out of measure
[04:17.07]I am sure no one can tell
[04:22.81]He kept a female servant Rosanna was her name
[04:30.18]For fourteen year a convict from Worcestershire she came
[04:37.63]And we oft-times tell our love tales
[04:41.23]When we were so far at home
[04:45.17]And now we are rattling of our chains
[04:49.18]In foreign lands to roam